Page 12 of Dangerous Attraction

I turn to glare at my friend as Liam reaches the table, sliding himself into the booth.

Luxe chuckles, tips his head in Liam's direction, then excuses himself as he shifts across the leather bench and walks away, leaving me and my brother alone.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, dropping my glass onto the table, my gaze slicing over to meet Liam's.

He sighs, slumping into the leather as he shakes his head.

"If you answered my calls, you'd know exactly why I'm here."

I scoff, lifting the glass to my lips. Taking a sip of water, I blatantly ignore his dig.

"New tattoo?"

Glancing at the back of my hand—the one now covered by an inked skull and more letters across my fingers to match the other one—I nod.

"Got it a couple of months ago."

"I didn't think you'd get another tattoo related to the club."

Frowning, I flex my fingers, glancing down at both of my hands.

"These ones aren't. The only one relating to the club is the one on my back," I tell him, referring to the emblem tatted across the entirety of my back. It matches the placement of the skull and guns on the leather jacket I wear.

I glance around the room, my eyes catching on the small redhead my brother walked in with. She jumps off the stool and walks toward the kitchen with Mackie's wife.

"Who's the girl?"

He sighs.

"Trix."

When he doesn't offer more than that, I turn to him, raising a questioning brow.

"She's my best friend, and she's in a tough spot. She needs a job, one that pays well, and I wanted to help, so I thought here would be a good place. I did try—"

"No," I state, shaking my head.

"Reeve, you don't even know her."

"I don't care. I don't want her working here."

"Well, I don't think that's really down to you, is it? You may have some pull being the Enforcer, but Callux and Warren are the ones that'll decide if she can work here. If you'd answered my calls, you'd probably have gotten your way, but you didn't. I called Milo instead, and he told me to bring her here."

"Milo doesn't make the decisions either."

"But he'll easily be able to convince his dad to let her work here. Besides, I think Honey likes her, and Honey always gets her way around here," he says.

The kitchen door opens, and Trix walks out, Honey by her side as they make their way toward the stairs.

Trix glances over her shoulder as she reaches the steps and smiles at Liam. But when her murky green eyes meet mine, my stomach flips, making me frown.

Her deep red hair shines beneath the lights, the hoop in her nose twinkling, while straight teeth are quickly hidden by her perfectly pink, pouty lips as the smile drops from her face.

She turns away, walks up the stairs, and disappears from view.

"I don't think it's a good idea," I grumble, my eyes still glued to the spot where she just was. The image of her is burned into my mind so vividly it's as if she's still standing there, allowing my hungry gaze to roam over her.

"Of course you don't. You don't trust anybody, and you always think people have ulterior motives, but I can promise you, Trix isn't like that," he tells me as the incessant tapping of his fingers gets louder. "A job is exactly what she needs right now. Plus, if she's here, I won't have to worry about her while I'm at college."