Page 22 of Dangerous Attraction

"Hey, Chad, come here," he shouts.

"Why the fuck are you calling the prospect over?"

Ignoring me, he waits for the cocky, blond asshole sauntering over to our table.

"Since you've been a prospect, has Reeve ever spoken to you?"

Chad glances at me, then back to Luxe, then shakes his head.

"Thanks. You can go now."

Waiting for Chad to walk away, I glare at the man across from me.

"That doesn't prove anything."

"Okay, then maybe this will," he says, kneeling on the leather bench beneath him and twisting his body so he's leaning over the back of it. "Hey, Slate."

I grumble when Slate turns around, his steely eyes swiping over the three of us before settling on the idiot who's trying to prove a point.

"How often does Reeve speak to you?"

Slate snickers, smoothing a hand over his dark, slicked back hair as his eyes move back to meet mine.

"Couldn't give you an exact number, but it's only when he needs to," he says. "He'll usually just stand there watching everything, then say something to Milo instead of speaking to us directly."

"Thank you!"

Luxe sits back down, a triumphant grin on his face.

"My point stands. You don't like talking to people or getting to know them. I understand why because of your previous circumstances, but that means you don't get to judge people and decide you don't like them."

"It's not that I don't like her," I mutter, my eyes moving back to the woman pouring a drink for Munch. "I just don't trust her."

"Well, what did Liam tell you about her?" Milo asks.

I sigh, thinking back to my conversation with Liam.

"Not a lot. He was annoyingly vague. Just told me she was going through a rough patch, needed a job, and to keep an eye on her because if she's in trouble, she'd probably hide it from him."

Luxe frowns.

"In trouble, how?"

I shrug.

"No idea, but that's why I'm suspicious of her. We don't need her bringing trouble here. We already have enough of that."

"Well, don't be a grumpy old bear while I'm getting to know her then, and we may actually be able to get some information."

"We're the same age, you asshole."

"You act like a grouchy grandpa, so it still stands," he says, quickly ducking out of the booth with a smirk.

Chapter Eight

Trix

Walking around the room, I collect the empty glasses from the tables and wipe them down with a damp rag, actively avoiding the corner booth where Liam's brother is still sitting.