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“Just the moment Mr. Callahan here got his ass handed to him on a silver platter. Not often you get turned down, is it?”
The air crackles around us and I startle when Kingston’s large hand lands on my thigh.
“This was a great idea,” he muses. “But I think we need more wings.”
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KINGSTON
Iwatch Kian as he smirks at Lorelei, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.
Pain-in-the-ass, stubborn, know-it-all woman.
And he’s not wrong.
Tatum can be a lot to handle. But the two of them together...
Not many men stand a chance. Hell knows that many weaker than us would probably be eaten alive. Pretty sure more than a few have.
These women know what they want, and they aren’t afraid to ask for it.
It’s equally sexy as it is terrifying.
I know all too well that Kian likes a challenge just as much as I do. But I think he’s barking up the wrong tree if he thinks Lorelei will play the kinds of games that are spinning around his head right now. And not just because she’s seeing someone.
Looks-wise, she might be exactly his type. But she has way more personality, sass, and intelligence than his usual women. Something tells me that she’d run rings around him and he wouldn’t even see it coming.
When the server passes by, I order the girls another cocktail each as well as a scotch for me and Kian, and more wings.
“So, have you had a good day at work?” Kian naively asks Lorelei.
Tatum and I might still have a long way to go to truly get to know each other and those who are important in our lives, but I do know that Lorelei hates her job with a passion and that asking her about it is probably on the same level as asking about her menstrual cycle. Off fucking limits.
Lorelei stares Kian dead in the eyes before flatly suggesting, “Now that you’ve delivered your brother to my best friend, there is no need for you to stay.”
“Oh, burn.” I laugh, earning myself a hard stare from both of them.
“He does struggle traveling across the city alone,” Kian mocks.
“Not my fault I’m a magnet for all the hot women and you’re not.”
“Give me strength,” Tatum mutters. “I’m going to the bathroom.” She pushes out her chair and stands, successfully removing my hand from her thigh, before she leans over. “And don’t even think about following me,” she hisses before Lorelei announces that she’s joining her.
“Women are weird,” Kian mutters once they’re out of hearing distance.
“You can’t call every woman who doesn’t fall for your charm weird. It just means they have taste.”
“Fuck off. I haven’t even tried to hit on her,” he argues. “Some of us can abide by the rules, you know.”
“The rules?” I ask as he dives into the plate the server delivers, immediately devouring a wing and covering himself in sauce, not unlike what he used to do as a kid. Fucking animal.
“Yeah. You know, don’t fuck your boy’s sister,” he says, raising a brow and then shooting a look in the direction Tatum disappeared.
“Oh, because I chose to go there.”
“Don’t see you arguing about it.”
“Would you?” I ask, immediately regretting the question when a salacious smile curls at his lips. “Don’t fucking answer that.”