Black Jack (Advantage Play #5) - Kelsie Rae Page 0,7
until I get out of here,” I mutter under my breath. “Have you heard anything? Is that why you’re here?”
“Possibly,” she answers with a noncommittal shrug before flipping some of her long, dark hair behind her shoulder. Her cleavage is on full display and makes me want to take off my own shirt so that I can cover up all the skin she’s displaying for every Tom, Dick, and Harry on the street, but I restrain myself.
Seriously, though. Who the hell is this girl?
Gotta give her credit. She’s confident in her own skin. My eyelids close to cut off the distraction before I force myself to look her in the eyes. They’re a bright green and are lined with thick black lashes that somehow manage to make them just as distracting as her tits. My jaw tightens as I shove aside my attraction and demand, “Answer me.”
“I’m Bianca, by the way.”
“Your brother may have mentioned that.”
“Thought you could use the reminder, since your manners are lacking.”
I scratch my jaw while trying to hide my amusement for the surprising little stranger that walked in here. “Nice to meet you, Bianca. I’m Jack.”
“Jacky Boy,” she corrects me, letting my name roll off her tongue. “My brother may have mentioned that as well.”
“Anything else he may have mentioned?”
“No.” She pouts. “But Kingston may have reached out recently. Who knew he could be so chatty?”
My spine straightens, and I lean a little closer to her while keeping my voice low so only she can hear. “Oh?”
“Mmhmm,” she hums, clearly enjoying my frustration and how easily she can manipulate me right now.
“Care to tell me what he was so chatty about?” I press.
“Personally, I think it’s quite fun to watch you squirm.”
My annoyance spikes. “You’re sexy, Bianca. I’ll give you that. And you probably love the power it gives you over most men. But I hate to break it to you. You don’t have any power over me.” Her amusement vanishes instantly and is replaced with a loathing that has little to do with me and more to do with her own shitty understanding of the way things are going to work between us. Still. I refuse to be pushed around, and I sure as hell am not gonna let her do it.
“Tell me what you know,” I demand.
“Maybe I don’t feel like chatting.”
“Then what do you feel like doing?”
“Fucking.”
The way she says it makes me pause. It has so much animosity that I’m surprised my dick doesn’t shrivel up on the spot. She doesn’t want to have sex. She thinks that’s all I want to do and plans to dangle it in front of me like a damn carrot because I admitted I’m attracted to her. She doesn’t get it, though.
We’re both trapped inside this sham of a marriage constructed by her brother. It’s not like I was planning on getting married to a stranger, let alone one that’s connected to the mafia. But I do want my freedom. And I’ll do anything to have it. Even if that means marrying a stranger.
“Well, it looks like that won’t be happening until I can get out of here,” I point out again.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing your little friend was arrested last night.”
I cock my head to the side. “Is that right?”
“Sure is.”
“And?”
“Your little friend was caught red-handed doing some very shady business with my brother.”
“And?” I push again. I swear, it’s like pulling teeth to get every damn word out of her.
She smirks, clearly enjoying this little game of cat and mouse a hell of a lot more than I am. “And it looks like you’ll be acquitted soon. Now, give your fiancée another kiss.”
My stunned silence is all she gets before she stands up from the table and bends at the waist until her tits are practically shoved into my face. With a grin, those same pouty lips meet mine. Except this time, she isn’t testing the waters, and she isn’t waiting for me to take the lead. She’s grabbing on to it with both hands, and I let her.
Her tongue drags along the seam of my mouth, tempting me to open it. When I do, she sucks my tongue into her mouth and twirls her own along the tip before a soft moan slips out of her. The sound makes me harder than a rock and practically causes the room to spin as I groan and lean in closer for another taste.
Then she pulls away.
That same coy smile screams satisfaction