Page 28 of By His Vow
I could do with a night like that right about now.
“Good morning, Lorelei. It’s wonderful to see you too.” I smile at her, but there’s nothing genuine about it.
Her eyes narrow before they drop down my body. Fuck knows what she’s looking for.
“Interesting,” she mutters.
“Not now, Lor. I’ve got the hangover from hell. I take it your date was everything you wanted it to be?” Tatum asks, raising a brow as her attention moves between her best friend’s eyes and her throat.
“Oh my god, Tate. It was?—”
“We don’t have time for this. We’re delighted you got a good dicking last night, Lorelei, but some of us have jobs to get to.”
Pressing my hand against Tatum’s lower back, I nudge her forward before opening the door and practically pushing her through it.
“Do you mind?” she hisses.
“No, not at all,” I mutter impatiently.
“I’ll call you,” Tatum shouts back to Lorelei.
“You’d better. I need to know what the hell is going on here.”
“I’m not sure you do,” Tatum says under her breath.
“Kingston, did you know you’re bleeding?” she calls before we turn the corner.
“Fuck my life.”
“Karma, baby,” Tatum deadpans.
She presses the call button for the elevator and the second the doors open, I push her forward.
With my hands on her hips, I spin her around and crowd her until she hits the back wall.
I stare down at her, unable to ignore the lightness in her eyes that wasn’t there when she first opened the door to me earlier.
Her makeup is flawless, accentuating her natural beauty and making it…breathtaking.
Her hair is down and falling in thick, soft waves around her shoulders, and the blouse she’s wearing…fuck. It’s the perfect tease for what she’s hiding beneath.
“And here I was thinking you had more experience with pussy than that.”
My teeth grind in irritation, but there is no way she’s getting the upper hand here.
“Oh baby,” I purr, moving closer so nothing but the scent of her sweet perfume fills my nose. “You have no idea the things I can do with a?—”
The elevator dings and the doors open. She slips from between me and the wall and walks out with her head held high.
Spinning around, I follow her and my brows pinch as she walks toward a random car with what looks like a woolly mammoth sitting in the driver’s seat.
“Where are you going?” I call as people walk in both directions on the sidewalk between us.
She doesn’t respond despite the fact I know she heard me.
“Excuse me,” I mutter, shoving some unsuspecting guy out of the way so I can stop her before she climbs into the back of that car.
My fingers wrap around her upper arm a beat before she ducks inside.