Page 19 of Sins of a King

“No. I don’t.”

“I want you when we’re free and clear of this.”

“Why? Why wait? If I’m offering—”

“You’re not offering. You think you are, but what happens after we sleep together? Tell me you won’t find a way to blame me for what happens between us.”

I frowned. “I wouldn’t do that.”

Would I?

“I want you. You know I do. But not like this. Not because your brother originally brought us together.” His eyes went hard with lust. “I want you when it’s just us and none of this club business is in the way.”

At a loss for words, I picked up my bag. Trying to regain as much dignity as I could, I haughtily tossed my hair over my shoulder. “Guess I’ll be going then.”

Without a backward glance, I left Flynn in his penthouse suite.

On Sunday, I sat in my apartment, brooding about Flynn, our kiss, and the fact that I wanted more. I wanted more with a man whom I really didn’t know. He had nearly broken a man’s fingers just for touching me.

Over the top? Definitely. Did I find it hot? Definitely.

Flynn claimed. In everything he did.

Worst of all, he knew me because everything he had said was true. I would’ve found a way to blame him after I slept with him. How did he do it? How did he know me, but I didn’t know him?

I was such a stupid fool.

While I was lamenting the state of my mind—and my life—my cell phone rang. I smiled when I saw the name across the screen. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

“I’m back in New York,” my best friend confirmed.

“When do I get to see you?”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Stewing.”

“Stewing? Like you’re making stew?”

I snorted. “No, like, I’m overthinking.”

“Why are you overthinking?”

“Can we do this in person?” I asked.

“Hell yes. You wanna come here?”

“Is John there? I don’t want to put him out if he is,” I said, mentioning Ash’s fiancé.

There was a pause. “We have a lot to talk about.”

I glanced at the clock. It was just past two. “How many bottles of wine do we need?”

“I have one here. Grab another. Just in case.”

Ashby Rhodes lived on Park and 88th in a building that had been in her family for two generations. Ash came from old money. We met freshman year at Columbia and despite our differences in backgrounds, we’d been best friends ever since.

After stopping off at a liquor store, I arrived at her place.