Party Foul - Abby Knox Page 0,28
I don’t care what you tell him about the meeting.”
Her quizzical look almost made him want to tell her all of it. “I don’t give a shit about the meeting either. I just…don’t want you to leave,” she said softly.
His heart broke. He didn’t want to leave either. “Well, I can’t go back into the party like this. My shirt is covered in blood.”
“So take it off,” she said.
Levi detected a note of interest in her voice. She could not be serious.
“Here, let me help you.” She took the camera and tossed it in the bushes. Then she helped Levi off with his coat and shirt.
“Now I really can’t go back into the party.”
“Fuck the party. Let’s go to my room.”
“Is that where boyfriends are allowed to go when they haven’t even been background checked yet?”
“You’re not my boyfriend.”
“What are we, Fi?”
She smiled shyly. “Maybe you and I are sort of…friends with benefits. And to everyone else, we’re in a relationship. So nobody will be surprised if we want to disappear.”
He liked the way her eyes examined his chest, his arms, his fists, for injuries. “That wasn’t part of the agreement,” he reminded her. “It was supposed to be one and done."
The feeling of her cool palms against his ribs made his cock twitch.
“Is the date technically over yet?” she asked. “Don’t we need to …debrief or something?”
He smirked and repeated what she’d said. “Debrief, huh? Is that what you want me to do?”
“You know what I meant. Quit playing around.”
“That’s your call, angel. You let me know what you want, and I’ll consider giving you a solid debriefing.”
Fiona shoved his bloodied shirt and jacket at his chest. “You beat a guy up for me, twice now. You know I can’t let you disappear into the night after that.”
Levi laughed. “On Thursday you tell me it turned you on to see me toss Jerry Walls across the alley. Then tonight you call it toxic masculinity right before finding yourself turned on all over again. I don’t know what this kink is, but for me, it’s a matter of honor. I protect vulnerable people. It’s not just my job, it’s my hard wiring.”
She slid her hand down below his waist and gently fondled his other hard wiring.
“I know. It’s messed up. So wrong of me to get turned on when you’re wailing on some asshole, but I can’t help it. I’ve never met anyone like you and it’s just…awakened something inside me. I know it’s corny.”
“Some might call it fetishizing.”
“Well, it doesn’t help that your kiss is lethal and you made me come so hard I saw stars. Besides, if the two of us disappear from the party, it will only solidify in everyone’s minds that we’re a brand-new couple still in the honeymoon phase of a relationship.”
“Joke’s on them, we’re just horny for each other.”
She laughed, and the sound of it made his hard wiring grow at least another inch.
The matter was growing urgent.
“How are we gonna get back up to your room without anyone seeing?”
A wicked smile slowly spread across her face. “I’m the governor’s party girl daughter. I’ve got my ways of sneaking in and out.”
The walk-in basement of this giant house was a maze of storage rooms, guest rooms, a weight room, and even a bowling alley.
“Taxes too high,” Levi muttered as she led him up the back stairs.
“This is all my mom’s family money. Canned tuna money.”
“Newcastle Tuna? Jesus, that’s your mom’s family?”
“Yep. Here we are,” she said when they reached the top floor and opened a doorway that led into a long hallway. She stuffed the jacket, shirt, and tie down a laundry chute near the staircase. “This is supposed to be the house staff’s back stairway. But nobody uses it anymore, not since Mom put a stop to having live-in staff. They’ll have the suit dry cleaned and returned to you. Off with your pants.”
Levi couldn’t stop himself from eyeing her seductively while he pulled out his knife, then peeled off the suit trousers, dropping them into the laundry chute after the jacket, shirt, and tie.
Catching her eyes drifting downward and her lips curling up in a sly smile, he commented, “So this is what you meant by debriefing.”
Fiona shook her head and raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re determined to ruin the moment with this dad joke, aren’t you?”
He chuckled as she spun away from him, leading him down a long hallway that was noticeably devoid of Christmas decorations. “So how come no