Start a War (Saint View Psychos #1)(73)

Nash leaned on the doorway, a grin on his face. “You were watching porn, huh?”

“No!”

“Mmm-hmm. Sure. It’s okay, Bliss. Nothing wrong with a little porn to get you through the working day.”

My heart pounded. But standing in front of me, Nash was as charming and handsome and harmless-looking as always.

I was letting my head get away from me. So I glared at him, just like I would have if I hadn’t seen those things on Axel’s email.

He chuckled. “Sorry. I forgot you rich uptight people think it’s dirty and forbidden.”

“We don’t think that. We just—I just—don’t watch it personally.”

His teeth dug into his bottom lip. “Never?”

“No!”

“You realize how ridiculous that sounds, right? You own a sex club.”

“I own a dive bar.”

“That throws sex parties after hours. You own a sex club, Bliss.”

“Fine. That doesn’t mean I have to watch porn.” I was more flustered from getting caught than from admitting I didn’t watch guys ramming their massive dicks down some poor woman’s throat. But I didn’t want him questioning me any further.

Nash sniggered. “Why bother when you can watch it live, right?”

I rolled my eyes, picked up my box of masks, and tried to get past him. “I’ll take these out to the tables then. I don’t want to be in your way.”

Nash lifted the box from my hands and set it down at his feet. “I’ve got a better idea.” He held out his hand to me. “Come.”

I bristled at the demand. “Do you talk to all the ladies like they’re dogs?”

He took a step closer, staring down at me, his gorgeous blue eyes pinning me to the spot. “Normally when I tell women to come, they’re naked in my bed and begging me to let them.”

A wildfire erupted around us. Or maybe it was just inside me, but it consumed my body in a second.

Nash chuckled and put his hand beneath my chin. “You ain’t ever heard of delayed gratification, Bliss?”

I had. I’d accused War of being into it. I just hadn’t ever thought about it in conjunction with Nash.

Though it would now be all I thought about from today until the end of eternity. I was sure my face was burning.

Nash took pity on me and picked up my hand, pulling me out of the office. “Come on. I really do want to show you something.”

I followed him dumbly to the secret door. Vincent’s gaze dropped to Nash’s hand around mine. He took a step to follow, but Nash called back over his shoulder, “No dangers back here, bud. Watch the bar.”

Vincent didn’t seem at all happy about that, but his gaze focused on me. “Bliss?”

I bit my lip. It was so hard to look at Nash and suspect anything bad when he still had the face of my childhood hero. But the building was huge. And this door was soundproof. If I went down there with Nash and something did happen, nobody would hear me yell for help.

The things I’d found on Axel’s computer could paint a nasty picture if I let them.

I hated that Sandra had me thinking all these things.

But I didn’t want to be that woman in the horror movie who followed a guy into the dark.

My gravestone would not read “Too Stupid to Live.”

“Wait a sec,” I said to Nash, disentangling my hand from his. I went to Vincent and pulled his head down, putting mine on the opposite side so Nash wouldn’t see my lips moving. “Keep the door open,” I whispered in his ear.

I let him go, and he straightened, his dark gaze boring through mine. His eyes were full of questions, his entire body tense, but he stood rooted to the spot while I followed Nash through the secret door. I glanced back over my shoulder at him, and he nodded ever so slightly.

“Something going on with you two?” Nash asked, fumbling around on the wall of the main room for the light switch. He found it, and yellow light flooded the windowless room.

It was completely innocent-looking right now, in the middle of the day, the last party long cleaned up and done. The couches were all in their rightful places, the cages dismantled and stowed away. The bar was clean, and Rebel had refilled all the drinks in the glass-fronted refrigerators, ready for Friday night.

“Me and Vincent?” I raised a shoulder. “That’s not really any of your business.”

“It is if you’re both working here.” His voice was strained.

“Is there a workplace rule about colleagues dating?” I knew full well that there was no such thing. And even if there were, I could have terminated it in a second.

He glowered at me.

“Didn’t think so. Careful, Nash. You sound jealous.”

He dragged his gaze away. “You’re too young for me, Bliss. You don’t want to go there.”

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could even stop them. “Says who?”

He spun around so quick I had no time to react. In a second, he had my back to the wall, caged between his arms. His nose ran up the side of my neck while he inhaled. “You have no idea of the things I’m into.”

“Try me,” I whispered back, instantly forgetting everything Sandra had been filling my head with.

His gaze dropped to my lips, and he let out a groan, pressing his body against mine.