him.
“You seen Roxie?”
Tally shrugged. “She skipped out to the restroom when we started doing each other’s nails. Didn’t come back. I thought she was with you.”
“What about Kickstand?”
Tally shook her head. “Haven’t seen him either.”
James’s heart pounded against his rib cage. He should never have let her go in alone. He had made her a promise—to keep her safe—and he had spent the last half hour drinking beer and shooting the breeze while she was alone inside with Rex. Dammit. He just couldn’t do right by her.
“We’ll find her,” Ryder said, his face tight. “She might have got lost.”
“She might have got caught.”
“If she did, make sure you leave a piece of him for me.”
Chapter Eight
Crap.
Crap. Crap. Double crap .
A shiver of fear slithered up Lana’s spine as she watched Rex strip off Portia’s clothes. Why hadn’t she just stayed in the doorway to get the pictures? Why had she felt it necessary to creep into Rex’s office? Her new lipstick camera had a zoom. Jackie could have blown up the pictures. She could have taken a few snaps of them lip-locked together and gone back to the party.
But no. Stupid Lana had to try for a better shot. Clumsy Lana had tripped. Terrified Lana had dived into the storage locker reeking of Rex’s unwashed gym clothes. And now, Peeping Lana had a front-row seat to a show she did not want to see.
A fully clothed Rex lifted a naked Portia and settled her on his desk. He barked a few words and she parted her legs and leaned back on her hands. Lana’s stomach clenched. Voyeurism was so not her thing.
Well, since she was here, she might as well make use of her time. She pulled out her lipstick camera and slid it through the crack in the door. She took a few shots of Rex fondling Portia’s breasts and sighed. Breast fondling was good but her 15 percent bonus hinged on Rex’s full nudity. She silently urged Rex to get on with it, not that she wanted to see him naked, but why waste time?
Sweat trickled down her back. Did the locker have its own heater? Even her palms were slick. She twisted in the locker and repositioned herself to get a better angle and a breath of fresh air. The camera slipped from her sweaty fingers and crashed to the floor. Lana squeezed her eyes shut and willed the ground to swallow her up.
Boots thudded across the concrete floor, and the locker door banged open, sending a rush of cool air over her heated cheeks. Seconds later, a hand clamped around Lana’s arm and yanked her out of the locker. She fell forward, landing at Rex’s feet.
“Wildcat.” The pure-carnal delight in Rex’s voice turned her knees to jelly.
Lana’s pulse raced and her mouth went dry. “I…got lost on my way to the restroom, and was just leaving when I saw you coming, and I panicked and hid. I’m sorry. Really sorry. I’ll just be on my way.” Her words tumbled over each other in a garbled rush of sound. She scrambled backward, crab-walking at top speed across the floor. Not fast enough. Rex grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled her to her feet.
“I knew you were wild,” he hissed in her ear. “And I know why you’re here. Ice isn’t enough for you. You want a real man.”
She pressed her lips together, willing herself to be silent while all manner of sarcastic retorts tumbled over her tongue.
He jerked his chin at Portia. “You. Out.”
Portia shot Lana a dirty look and tugged on her clothes in less than a minute: a bra, a white spandex dress and a pair of four-inch white stilettos. Lana made a mental note to wear less so she could dress faster in the morning.
“Wait.” Lana tried to free her hair from Rex’s grip and succeeded only in having him twist it more firmly around his hand. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll leave you two alone.”
Portia rolled her eyes and gave Lana a derisory sniff before she sashayed out of the office, slamming the door behind her.
“Don’t fucking play games,” Rex
“You seen Roxie?”
Tally shrugged. “She skipped out to the restroom when we started doing each other’s nails. Didn’t come back. I thought she was with you.”
“What about Kickstand?”
Tally shook her head. “Haven’t seen him either.”
James’s heart pounded against his rib cage. He should never have let her go in alone. He had made her a promise—to keep her safe—and he had spent the last half hour drinking beer and shooting the breeze while she was alone inside with Rex. Dammit. He just couldn’t do right by her.
“We’ll find her,” Ryder said, his face tight. “She might have got lost.”
“She might have got caught.”
“If she did, make sure you leave a piece of him for me.”
Chapter Eight
Crap.
Crap. Crap. Double crap .
A shiver of fear slithered up Lana’s spine as she watched Rex strip off Portia’s clothes. Why hadn’t she just stayed in the doorway to get the pictures? Why had she felt it necessary to creep into Rex’s office? Her new lipstick camera had a zoom. Jackie could have blown up the pictures. She could have taken a few snaps of them lip-locked together and gone back to the party.
But no. Stupid Lana had to try for a better shot. Clumsy Lana had tripped. Terrified Lana had dived into the storage locker reeking of Rex’s unwashed gym clothes. And now, Peeping Lana had a front-row seat to a show she did not want to see.
A fully clothed Rex lifted a naked Portia and settled her on his desk. He barked a few words and she parted her legs and leaned back on her hands. Lana’s stomach clenched. Voyeurism was so not her thing.
Well, since she was here, she might as well make use of her time. She pulled out her lipstick camera and slid it through the crack in the door. She took a few shots of Rex fondling Portia’s breasts and sighed. Breast fondling was good but her 15 percent bonus hinged on Rex’s full nudity. She silently urged Rex to get on with it, not that she wanted to see him naked, but why waste time?
Sweat trickled down her back. Did the locker have its own heater? Even her palms were slick. She twisted in the locker and repositioned herself to get a better angle and a breath of fresh air. The camera slipped from her sweaty fingers and crashed to the floor. Lana squeezed her eyes shut and willed the ground to swallow her up.
Boots thudded across the concrete floor, and the locker door banged open, sending a rush of cool air over her heated cheeks. Seconds later, a hand clamped around Lana’s arm and yanked her out of the locker. She fell forward, landing at Rex’s feet.
“Wildcat.” The pure-carnal delight in Rex’s voice turned her knees to jelly.
Lana’s pulse raced and her mouth went dry. “I…got lost on my way to the restroom, and was just leaving when I saw you coming, and I panicked and hid. I’m sorry. Really sorry. I’ll just be on my way.” Her words tumbled over each other in a garbled rush of sound. She scrambled backward, crab-walking at top speed across the floor. Not fast enough. Rex grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled her to her feet.
“I knew you were wild,” he hissed in her ear. “And I know why you’re here. Ice isn’t enough for you. You want a real man.”
She pressed her lips together, willing herself to be silent while all manner of sarcastic retorts tumbled over her tongue.
He jerked his chin at Portia. “You. Out.”
Portia shot Lana a dirty look and tugged on her clothes in less than a minute: a bra, a white spandex dress and a pair of four-inch white stilettos. Lana made a mental note to wear less so she could dress faster in the morning.
“Wait.” Lana tried to free her hair from Rex’s grip and succeeded only in having him twist it more firmly around his hand. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll leave you two alone.”
Portia rolled her eyes and gave Lana a derisory sniff before she sashayed out of the office, slamming the door behind her.
“Don’t fucking play games,” Rex
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