“What for?” I questioned as he walked toward the door without moving his eyes from mine.
He unlocked the door, and the smirk he shot me was dirty. I sighed and grabbed my purse from the chair. Then I walked toward him. I reached for the handle at the same time that he grabbed my chin.
His mouth touched mine, searing my lips with its fierceness.
Another reminder.
He pulled away as briskly as he had kissed me, but that still didn’t stop me from touching my thumb to my lower lip.
“Remember,” he murmured, opening the door. “Seven. Don’t be late.”
Dear Professor, what the hell? Xoxo, Darcy.
I was confused—mostly because of myself. I wanted to hate him so badly, but my body and my mind were disjointed from one another. I hated him one moment, but then, the second our eyes met or he touched me, I forgot that fact.
It was easy to forget. Too easy. Too easy to get swept up in his magnetism. Even when he was being an asshole, he had this crazy charisma about him.
The nerves were consuming me. It was the way he’d looked at me this afternoon when he’d told me what time to be at his house. There’d been an evil glint in his eye that had told me that he was up to something… Something bad.
I turned into his driveway, not knowing what I’d find.
I wanted to go home, say fuck it, forget all the information I’d learned. I was stupid though. Stupid, stupid, fucking stupid. My mood had gone from crazy high to all-time low since I’d walked out of his office, and I had the most horrible feeling that it wasn’t about to get any better.
A car I didn’t recognize was parked next to his SUV. It only heightened my nerves as I pulled up and got out of my car. What kind of trap was I walking into? Was I—
Oh no.
The third-party clause.
I swallowed hard, my hand poised to knock at the door. He wouldn’t have, would he? It was supposed to be agreed before, mutually decided upon… But then I’d broken the agreement, so there was nothing to stop him.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
I forced myself to knock on the door. If I was right, there was no use running from this. I had the power of the veto, after all. I could say no and it wouldn’t happen. There was no point standing outside his door in the cold and dark when I could face the situation head on.
The hallway light flicked on, illuminating the porch, and I fought the urge to run though I so desperately wanted to. Jordan’s shadow was visible through the windows in the door, and the lock turned from the inside.
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“Evening,” he said.
“Whose car is that?”
“A friend’s.” He smirked.
I shoved my way past him so I was standing in the middle of the room. “Cut the crap, Jordan.”
If his smirk could have grown, it would have. He cupped the back of my neck and guided me into the front room, where a—by all accounts, very handsome—guy was sitting on the sofa. His dark hair was longer than Jordan’s, and his eyes a lighter blue.
If he showed up at Dalton House for a show, I’d be the first in line.
But this wasn’t Dalton House, and this wasn’t for a show.
“Darcy, this is Liam. Liam, this is Darcy.” Jordan introduced us, now massaging my neck.
“Nice to meet you.” Liam smiled. It was a pretty hot smile.
“You too.” I tried to smile back, but it didn’t come. “Jordan, I think you need to explain to me what’s going on.”
“I’m going to use the bathroom.” Liam’s lips tugged up, and he walked out of the room, leaving us alone.
I turned and knocked Jordan’s hand away. “Tell me what’s going on. Now.”
His bright eyes blazed back at me. Revenge glimmered in them, peppered with the shadows of determination. He took a step toward me and took my chin in his hand. He tilted my head back, his touch burning me.
“You like being watched so much,” he rasped, “then you can be watched.”
“What?”
“Liam has offered his…services…to you tonight. You want me to watch you get fucked, Darcy, then I will.”
Oh my God. “You’re a crazy bastard,” I whispered.
Jordan’s lips twisted evilly, and he leaned in. His lips brushed my earlobe. “And, if you’re lucky, this crazy bastard might just let you suck his cock while you get fucked.”
Heat bolted through me at his words. I couldn’t deny that his proposal was hot, but that didn’t solve anything, did it? It just gave him more power over me. There was only one option—I had to take things into my own hands.
I looked to the door as Liam walked back in. I met Jordan’s eyes for a second before I stalked past him, right up to Liam.