A Necessary Sin (The Sin Trilogy, #1)(15)

He’s accustomed to a quick f*ck with a willing Fellowship groupie. He never takes anyone to his home or a hotel. I had hoped something fresh and different would catch and hold his attention. I thought a girl from the outside, untainted by the members of The Fellowship, would be the key. I guess I was wrong. Maybe I need to consider another approach.

It’s closing time and I go to the back to get my things. Upon opening my locker, I find a single red rose accompanying a folded note on top of my bag. I sniff the rose and read the message.

I’m taking you out tomorrow night. Seems I have something I must work for. Be ready at 7:00.

S



Oh, wow. He’s been at the bar and I didn’t even know. Maybe my plan isn’t dead in the water after all.

One problem. I’m supposed to work tomorrow night. Has he taken care of this with Leith?

I stop by the office on my way out. The door is open, Leith sitting at his desk working on the computer. “Hey, boss. You got a minute?”

“Sure.”

I feel sort of weird asking about a change in my schedule when we haven’t discussed it. “Am I still working tomorrow night?”

“No. Sin moved Greer to work in your place.”

“Hmm.” I’m not at all surprised by this, but I make an expression as though I am. “Then I guess you know he’s taking me out.”

“I suspected as much since he’s making changes to your shift.”

“I don’t want it to be a problem.”

“It’s not.” He returns to punching numbers into the computer. “I’m used to Sin getting whatever he wants and saying to hell with everyone else.”

Yup. He’s bitter. Probably best I don’t say anything else. “Umm … I guess I’ll see you Sunday, then.”

“Bleu, Sin is one of my best mates but he can be a son of a bitch. You’re a nice lass and I’d hate to see him hurt you.”

That’s not a possibility but I can’t tell him that. “Thanks, Leith. I’ll be careful.”

I’m not surprised when the black Mercedes creeps alongside me. “Good evening, Miss MacAllister. It would be an honor to take you home, but the real question is would it please you for me to do so?”

This is going to be a fun game. “Your company would please me very much.”

We arrive at my place in a matter of minutes. “May I come in?”

I ponder what an invitation to come inside will mean to him after our last conversation. “Bleu, if I’m to earn the privilege of taking you to bed, I must be given the opportunity to perform your prerequisites for proving myself.”

He’s got me there. I can’t back out or I’ll lose my footing. “Yes. I’d love for you to come in.”

Once inside, I kick off my shoes by the door. “God, that feels so much better.” I pull the tie out of my hair and shake it until it flows freely, my scalp sore from wearing my hair up all day. “I’m gonna change into something more comfortable. Help yourself to a drink. You know where the whisky is.”

I opt for tight black yoga pants and a fitted white T-shirt. It’s one of those outfits that isn’t intentionally sexy, yet it is.

I return to the living room and find that Sin has poured JW for two. Tall and neat, waiting for me on the end table.

I sit in the spot he’s chosen for me since I figure there’s motive, but he completely surprises me when he moves to the floor at my feet. “Hard day, Bonny Bleu?”

It seems I have a nickname. It’s sweet. Score: one, Sinclair.

“It was rough but it’s much improved since you did whatever you did to make the grabby hands leave me alone.”

“No one’s bothering you?” He reaches for my right foot and rubs.

Shit, that feels good. I think I may orgasm.

I shake my head. “Not anymore.”

“I could do a better job if I had lotion or oil. Do you have any?”

“Umm … yeah. I think it’s on the bathroom counter.”

He disappears down the hall, then reappears with my favorite body lotion and sits at my feet again. He squeezes a generous amount into his hand and begins his sweet seduction of gliding his palms over my feet. “You were telling me about your day.”

I can barely concentrate enough to put a coherent sentence together. “It was okay.”

“Just okay?” He sounds a little disappointed.

“It got better once I found a beautiful red rose and invitation for a date tomorrow night. Thank you, by the way. It was a lovely surprise.”

“Is that an affirmative?”

Really? He’s asking after he rearranged my work schedule? “I don’t recall there being a question anywhere on the note. Only instructions to be ready at seven.”

“Please, bear with me, Bleu.” He stops massaging, so I open my eyes. “This is new to me.”

He looks so sweet sitting on the floor … serving me. “I can see that and I also know you’re trying. Please know it doesn’t go unnoticed. I appreciate your effort.”

“Let me try this again because I want to get it right.” He clears his throat. “Will you please join me for dinner tomorrow night and perhaps dancing afterward?”

How in the world can I say no to that? “Yes. I’d be happy to.”