Lazarus turned to look at Gideon while putting his arm around Jenna’s waist. The big male nodded once and pointed to the main entrance, signaling that he was leaving. Gideon gave the slightest incline of his head. Thank fuck.
It killed him to see Jenna in the program, but at the same time he wasn’t ready to approach his kings just yet. It was important that they spend some time together first. Maybe things had changed between them. Somehow, he doubted it but you never knew. The last thing he wanted was to approach Brant, only to find that they were no longer compatible. He wasn’t just talking sexually, but also on a much deeper level.
It was complicated.
He willed his eyes to stay on the dance floor and not to track Lazarus and Jenna as they left. As much is it killed him, he would need to stay right where he was for another hour and a half, until the end of this shift. It would draw too much attention if he left before then.
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Lazarus chuckled. “You couldn’t look more nervous if you tried.”
“Rubbish ,” Jenna said. “I’m perfectly fine.” A total bald-faced lie. She was shaking in her heels.
He shook his head, leaning further back into the couch. “Just look at you, your hands are folded in your lap, you’re sitting perfectly upright. Your eyes are practically glued to the door.”
She huffed out a breath of air and licked her lips, slipping her feet out of her shoes. “It’s been ages since we left. Where is he? Do you think he’s still coming?” Jenna forced herself to lean back in her chair and even pulled her legs underneath herself.
Lazarus chuckled again. “Like I was saying earlier, you have seen yourself in that dress haven’t you?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “This is no laughing matter. I’m not joking.” Lazarus had no clue about her and Gideon’s history. Maybe Gideon had, had a chance to think things through and had changed his mind about them. It hurt just thinking about the possibility.
“I’m not joking either,” he growled. “Gideon will be here. I would quite happily bet my right nut on it.”
She had to suppress a smile. “If you really meant it, you would be willing to bet more than just your right nut. Where is he then?” She hated how desperate she sounded.
Lazarus made a grunting noise. “Fine,” he growled. “I’ll bet both nuts if it will make you happy. He’ll be here. I’m sure he’s just finishing off. The last thing he wants is—” There was a light rap on the door. Lazarus raised his brows. “There he is now.” Graceful for such a big guy, he sprang to his feet and strode to the door, quickly opening it.
Gideon walked in, dressed from head to toe in black leathers. His jaw was tense, his eyes dark and focused solely on her. She felt her breath catch in her lungs. Her heart rate picked up.
Lazarus quickly closed the door. “This would be my cue to head to bed…a-fucking-lone. Don’t think that I will forget”—he pointed at Gideon—“you owe me.” He spoke softly, keeping his voice at a barely audible level. Lazarus ran a hand through his hair and grinned widely. “You both do realize that I have a reputation to uphold here, right?”
For the first time since entering, Gideon turned his gaze to Lazarus whose grin broadened. “It’s important that your female make lots of noise. Panting, screaming…” He shrugged. “I’m really good at pleasing a female. I would hate for anyone to think otherwise.”
Jenna gasped. She watched as Gideon narrowed his eyes. His jaw clenched and his muscles bulged under the soft leather as his hands curled into fists. He gave a jerk of the head. “This isn’t a joking matter.” He growled under his breath, his eyes flashing to her.
Jenna felt disappointment rise. Gideon didn’t plan on touching her tonight. As much as she wanted to talk, she had missed him so much. Needed him.
“Who’s fucking joking? It looks like both of you can use some lightening up.” Lazarus turned to look at her. “Oh and…” He paused for a long while. “Please be sure to scream my name when the time comes.”
“In your fucking dreams,” Gideon somehow managed to growl even though he was whispering. He walked over to her, grabbed her hand and led her to a bedroom just down the hall. Lazarus’ chuckle sounded from behind them.
Jenna had to smile. Lazarus was such a sweetheart. They rounded the corner. The room was tastefully decorated, but Jenna could see that it wasn’t lived in. She assumed that it was the spare bedroom.
Gideon gestured for her to sit. She perched herself on the edge of the bed, keeping her eyes on his. Her heart was beating so rapidly, she could feel it in her chest.