Page 35 of Ravage

He chuckles. "But I do know what you look like naked. And it's fucking exquisite. I've jerked off to the memory of you wearing nothing but those red stilettos every night this week."

Well... that's just... No! I will not imagine him jerking off while thinking about me.

I swallow. "Well, it was a one-time thing. So I guess you'll just have to keep it in your spank bank."

His grin turns almost feral. "Oh, it's permanently stored there, don't worry. At least, until you decide you need a repeat performance."

I stare him down. "I can assure you, that won't happen."

"Whatever you say, Imogen."

Ack, that cocky grin. I hate this man. Well, Iwantto hate this man.

"I do say."

Connell appears beside him and claps his hand on Cam's shoulder. "Hey man, glad you could make it."

Cam reluctantly tears his gaze from mine to smile at the birthday boy. How had I forgotten that they knew each other?

"Yeah, thought I'd better put in an appearance. I'm guessing Sebastian is floating around here somewhere? Given that you two seem so tight and all."

I turn a confused look towards Connell. "What's that mean?"

"Oh, every time I've seen Connell lately, your boss has been right beside him. We had a real interesting chat on Sunday night, especially." Something about the way he's looking at me has me suspecting that I was the topic of conversation.

"Is that so?" I ask, directing the question at Connell.

"Your name might have come up." Connell simply shrugs.

I swear, other than Annika's flirting, nothing shakes this man. Even the threat of imminent death that I'm trying to convey with my glare.

"Well, how about, instead of all you men discussing me behind my back, you all leave my name out of your mouths," I snap, turning and marching away.

I have no real destination in mind, I just need to get away from them both. I'm in no mood to dance, and I'm mad at most of the people I'd normally turn to, so I simply find an empty chair and yank out my phone.

Imogen

Why are all men such arrogant pigs?

Diana

Uh oh, trouble in paradise? What did Sebastian do?

Imogen

Not Sebastian, another guy.

Although speaking of, I need to have words with that man, too.

Diana

How do you have time for more men?

Ugh, why did I think messaging my sister would make me feel better?

Sebastian slides into the seat across from me, offering me another drink. "What's wrong?"

I glare at him and snatch the drink from his hand. "I don't know, you tell me?" I skull the cocktail and slam it down on the coffee table between us.