Havok: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance - Riley Rollins Page 0,5

he turns his head and cocks an eyebrow. "You got the right locker?"

I flush, staring straight ahead at the dial, trying to activate my muscle memory to get the thing open. He probably thinks I'm the one behind the recent string of thefts in the locker room. "Yeah," I say.

He side-eyes me, appearing unconvinced, and then turns back to his own locker, rummaging around inside. What am I supposed to say? 'I'm distracted because I'm standing next to the most handsome man I've ever seen?'

What I do next surprises even me. I'd never normally have the courage for it. But for some reason I do it anyway.

I put a hand on his arm.

"Could you… help me with this?" I say. I don't know what I'm doing. I guess I just want to interact with him.

He stops rummaging, and looks down at my hand like it's an alien creature. Then his eyes move up to mine, expressionless.

My stomach sinks a little, and I let my hand awkwardly slide off his arm, feeling like I've violated his personal space. But it's so thick and hard under his jacket, and I can't help wondering what his bare skin would feel like, my fingers running through the hair on his strong, masculine arms.

Yeah, I'm definitely buzzed right now.

He studies me a moment longer, his dark green eyes penetrating me completely. Then he reaches in his pocket, pulls out a keychain, and opens my locker using the key override.

We don't usually get this close, and in fact, I can't remember the last time we came within an arm's length of each other.

"Thanks," I say. We each turn back to our own lockers. He doesn't reply.

Normally, after a shift I just pull my street clothes over my stage lingerie and change when I get home. But today, I don't have that option. I'm wearing a feathered, lacy two-piece. It wasn't cheap, and wearing anything over it would destroy it.

My heart pounding, I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, freeing my breasts. I hurriedly slide my lace panties off, bending at the knees to try to preserve some modesty. The air feels cold against my naked body, and goosebumps fly over my skin. Even though I strip in front of strangers for a living, being naked next to Havok sends a thrill rolling over my spine, a feeling of excitement I haven't felt since I was a teenager.

I reach into my locker to grab a sports bra and cotton boyshorts. I try not to look at him while I slide my underwear on, but I can't help it. I just can't keep my eyes off his dark, rough, stubbled cheeks. The way his hair rests, swept behind his ears.

And as I slip into my underwear, I swear I see him stealing a glance at my body out of the corner of his eye.

My breathing fast and shallow, I finish dressing. Then I grab my purse, slam my locker closed, and duck out of the back exit into the cold, dark night.

4

Havok

Goddamn. My hard cock strains against my pant leg as I watch her slide on her panties out of the corner of my eye. She's bare-naked, an arm's length away from me, and I can smell her perfume. It's like cinnamon and fresh summer flowers. I have to summon all my willpower not to turn my head and ogle that gorgeous, perky body.

There's nothing more I'd love than to lock the door, crush our bodies together, and take her right here and now. I know she wants me. I know how fucking sopping wet her little pink pussy is for me. I'm not stupid.

But she's a good girl. Too good for a killer like me. No matter how rock hard she makes me, I won't let myself touch her. I can't. If I do, she'll end up just like Irina. I fucking know she will, because death is never far behind me.

One time, right after Irina died, I went to a shrink in Moscow. Sounds like a joke now, but I really did it. Thought he might be able to fix my head. He said to me, try to unfuck your brain, son. Figure out all this shit so it doesn't mindfuck you anymore. And come to terms with what happened to your parents, too, because they're not coming back either.

But as it turned out, the more twisted up my brain got, the better a killer I became, so I stopped going. I learned to