A Necessary Sin (The Sin Trilogy, #1)(21)

“Yeah … that’s not gonna be working out.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t want to join him with his … partner.”

What does that mean? “Partner, as in the one from his medical practice, or partner, as in he had another girlfriend?”

“Neither.”

“Ohh.”

“Yeah. I was never down with a threesome but I didn’t think much of it when he asked. I was unconcerned because I thought most guys had fantasies about being with two women at once. I found out it wasn’t a woman he wanted to bring in and it made me start suspecting if the threesome was really a twosome and I was the spectator. So I told him to f*ck off.”

Wow. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m mostly sorry because I have to see him at work. It’s awkward. I’m afraid he’s gonna tell somebody. He’s afraid I’m gonna tell everybody. I’m thinking of transferring out of the ER so I don’t have to see him anymore.”

“You shouldn’t have to give up a job you like because of him.”

“It has less to do with him and more to do with me being burned out.”

“Then you should look for another job.”

“It’s not just my job. I’m tired of Memphis in general. I’d leave if Dad weren’t sick.”

“I talked to him a couple days ago. He sounded like he felt good.” But I can never tell over the phone.

“He’s doing well. Looking good. Says he feels better than he has in weeks.”

I feel so guilty for not being with him but at least everything is going okay. “He has a burner. Use it to contact me if anything happens.”

“I will.”

“I’m not kidding. Don’t hesitate to call. Something happens and I’m on the first plane back.”

“I know you will be.”

“I’ve gotta run.” I have to be at work in an hour. “Thanks for the talk. I feel much better.”

“Go get ’im, tiger.” Elli growls.

My sister has no idea I’m more like a tiger than she thinks. I’m a predator and Sin is my prey. And I’m gonna get ’im good.





Chapter Eight





Sinclair Breckenridge




It’s been two days since I saw Bleu and I crave her company. My work performance is suffering because she’s the only thing on my mind. That’s why I’m going to the bar tonight instead of doing research for my case. My desire to see her is a fixation I can no longer control.

I’m already seated at my table when her eyes meet mine from across the room. Her expression transforms from one of boredom to what I perceive as happiness. I think it’s a sign we’re equally delighted about seeing one another.

She doesn’t take her eyes from mine as she closes the distance. “Good evening, Mr. Breckenridge. How may I serve you?”

“I can think of quite a few ways but they’re all rather naughty. I’d better keep them to myself since I still have to wait three days until I can convince you to perform them.” I place my foot on the chair across from me and push it away from the table. “Sit with me a while.”

“Delayed gratification, Breck. It’s something you know nothing about—but you will. You won’t soon forget the satisfaction it’s going to bring you.”

Breck? That’s a new one.

I once took great pleasure in taking a woman to bed but my accident stole that indulgence from me years ago. I settle for quick f*cks because I’m forced to hide a secret no one from my world can know. But Bleu isn’t a part of this life.

She’s going to discover this thing I hide when I take her into my bed. I have no idea how she’ll respond. I only know I want to find out.

“May I bring you some instant gratification? Maybe a JW?”

I nod. “I’ll take it if that’s all I can get.”

She laughs as she gets up to fetch my whisky. “You’re worse than a child.”

I’m watching the sway of her hips when I hear Leith’s voice. “Why don’t you f*ck her already and get it over with?”

I force my eyes away from Bleu’s arse. “Who says I haven’t?”

“You’re still interested. It’s a dead giveaway.”

He knows me so well. “She’s making me wait.” I laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Leith is only one of two people I’d tell about my arrangement with Bleu. “She won’t give me a quick f*ck.”

“Then find one who will.”

That’s exactly what I usually do but there’s a problem with that plan. “I don’t want to move on. I’m obsessed with having her and she’s going to give herself to me … but on her terms.”

“Which are?”

I give Leith the short version of where Bleu and I stand. “Don’t be stupid. You’ve kept this on the down-low for six years. Take her to bed and it’s a secret no more. She could tell anyone.”

She’s not conspiring against me or The Fellowship. “She’s alone in Scotland. She has no one to tell.”

“One person. That’s all it takes.”