Married to the Bad Boy(33)

“What about Tony?”

Loud, obnoxious laughter echoes down the hallway. I whirl around, annoyed when I see Tommy leaning against the wall, laughing his ass off. He looks at my serious expression and tries to keep it together, but he just can’t.

“You’re—you’re fucking serious? He’s the biggest man whore I’ve ever met. He’ll never do it.”

“Then I’ll find someone else,” I say in a hard voice.

“It’s a stupid idea.”

It is stupid. So is doing nothing.

Tommy’s mirth rings in my head as I step into the bar. Immediately I spot Tony at the same spot. I hang near the doorway like an awkward mannequin, and then his heated gaze finds me.

A violent flush creeps up my neck as I imagine Tony laughing the same way Tommy did when I told him about my idea.

It is fucking stupid.

It’s so dumb, it just might work.

It’s not as though I wouldn’t make it worth his while. I was willing to part with a lot of money to place a hit on Rafael. What should I offer him?

Twenty-five grand? Thirty? What’s fair?

You barely know the guy.

I’m desperate. If it gets Rafael to back off, it’ll be worth it. As of right now, the only future I see for myself is in a body bag.

The only problem is that Tony intimidates the hell out of me. He reminds me of Rafael, in a way. The same allure drew me to him—the suspense, the excitement. I had to beg him to let me stay the night. What kind of asshole does that to someone? He’s the only other guy I’ve slept with—and I had to pull out all the stops to impress him. Will I be able to do it a second time? A third?

I just don’t know.

My heart pounds hard when my eyes sweep over his handsome face. Last night throbs in my head, all of the images playing in front of me like a highly colored dream.

A perfect shadow of stubble covers his jaw and mouth, just long enough to look sexy, teetering on the edge of being disheveled. Cool eyes meet mine, almost indifferently, and my guts clench. I lose my nerve. I grab a discarded rag with the pretense of cleaning.

Then I see something that makes me want to vomit.

A woman hangs around his arm and then sits down next to him. She’s beautiful, with long highlighted hair and shining red lips, and Tony gives her a lascivious grin that makes my insides clench. A vicious surge of jealousy rises in my throat as I gather the drink orders and pass them out.

I can’t let her get him.

“Another one! Hey! Mange de la marde!” Eat shit!

A patron hisses at me as I ignore his request and disappear behind the bar, watching as she reaches forward to touch his thigh. My face heats up.

I’m annoyed by the fact that I’m annoyed at their antics.

She whispers something in his ear, and he smiles. The bitch gets up to go to the bathroom, leaving him alone.

Good.

He doesn’t see me coming. The glass he’s holding obscures his vision as he sips his drink until I slide another one under his nose. Tony responds to my presence with a wide, cocky grin.

“Hey, sexy.”

Hey, asshole.

My heart makes another painful thump against my chest as I take the girl’s seat, forcing a smile on my face. The last thing I want is to ask him for a favor because of the way he looks at me with the widest, smuggest smile. Vivid images of his wickedly tattooed body thrusting over mine run through my head. The smile paired with his seductive eyes seems downright dangerous. He looks me up and down, the heat from his gaze scorching through my clothes. He wears a midnight-blue suit, the stubble over his jaw rougher than yesterday’s.

“I enjoyed last night.”

“Of course you did.”

Smug asshole.

“Your tits looked better in that other outfit.”

Ah, the backhanded compliment. What a jerk.

“Yeah? Would you rather I took my shirt off?”

Amusement twinkles in his eyes. “I think every guy in the bar would love that.”

“Too bad I’m only interested in what you want.”

Rich laughter booms from his chest. “I’ve already got what I want, sweetheart.”

“You should take me out and fuck me again.”

So fucking blunt.

He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, his attention is riveted. There are probably hundreds of women constantly kissing his ass.

I’m different.

His eyes sear my flesh. “One night, hon. That’s all you get.”

“One night? Even though I made you come three times? Sounds like three nights to me.” I lift my shoulder in a shrug. “You’ve already broken your rule.”

“You were a lot more fun than most girls, I’ll admit that.”

I lean in, placing both hands on his thighs as my lips brush his ear. “Then fuck me again. And again.”