Page 339 of Knox Academy Omnibus
“Jesus, alright. Keep your hair on! You know,” I muse, “people who say money can’t buy friendship, never realised that you can use money to buy a dog. Voilà, a friend for life. Maybe you should try it, Adrianne.”
“So you didn’t buy me Momo as an apology gift…you got me him because you think I have no friends?” Amelie demands, standing with her hands on her hips. She looks so fucking hot when she’s pissed, or pretending to be angry, that I can’t really tell which one this is right now.
I need to answer very carefully…
Thankfully I’m saved from fucking up by the police and bouncers waving us in, looking quite glad to be rid of us.
Can’t think why. Maybe they were upset that Adrianne didn’t like their dog.
As soon as we’re in, Sawyer leads us to the VIP area which basically means that the seats actually get the cum wiped off them at the end of the night. Luxurious.
Jasper wanders off to order some drinks, unable to switch that subservient shit off, even when he’s technically off duty. I’m not complaining, it is nice to have someone wait on me, but I’drather get my own drinks tonight. I want to party hard, and I suspect stick-up-his-ass Jasper will try to put me on a leash. But this beast will not be leashed.
As soon as the first round of drinks arrives at the table, I down mine and steal Adrianne’s too. She growls at me, but I just give her my most charming, cheeky boy smile. She scowls, and I fear for the safety of my balls by the end of the night. Elsie sniffs hers, her nose wrinkling in distaste.
“Down the hatch, Els!” Amelie cries, tipping the end of her glass higher when it reaches her lips. Elsie swallows it in one but slams the glass down coughing. When she stops, she hiccups.
“You should hold your breath to get rid of those,” Slate tells her.
“Holding your breath when you have the hiccups is like turning your lungs off and on again. It always works with electronics. Try it,” I offer helpfully.
I don’t think she appreciates my tip, judging by the look she gives me. Jasper rubs her back for her and I turn away, looking for my next drink, and stumble into Onyx and Adrianne talking.
“I didn’t really think I had a choice.”
“Everyone has a choice. They just can’t choose to leave. What are you interested in?” O asks her. My ears prick up with interest as Adrianne shrugs with false nonchalance.
“I thought I was an assistant for life now.”
“Not necessarily. We have a lot of connections.”
“I’ve always been interested in medicine. Growing up, back in the day when we thought we could be anything, I wanted to be a doctor. A surgeon.” She laughs humourlessly and shrugs. “If I’m lucky, I might end up as a porter or medical secretary.”
“If you want to be a surgeon, be a surgeon. Within The Order nothing will hold you back.”
“Well what do you want to do?”
“I’d be a personal trainer.”
“So why don’t you?”
“It’s not so easy for me.”
I jump in before things can get too deep.
“I think you’d make a great surgeon Adrianne. If you think about it, surgeons just perform accurate stabbing until the patient feels better…maybe Branson’s a healer in disguise.”
“His patients never get to feel better,” Onyx replies dryly.
“I didn’t say he was a good one,” I quip, turning to Amelie.
I watch as she sips her rum and Coke, the ice clinking together in the glass.
“You know, ice sweats itself to death.”
“Kalen, shut the fuck up and dance with me.” She necks her drink, slams the empty glass on the table and drags me to the dance floor which is a sticky mess of writhing bodies.
I’m not complaining at all as she wraps herself around me and sticks to me like a second skin. She can really move, and I get to reap the benefits until we’re both panting hard and horny as hell. I have to pull back slightly to hike my jeans back up. Gravity is always trying to pull my trousers down. She’s a randy bitch but I think Amelie could take her in a fight.
