Rock Chick Revenge (Rock Chick #5)(156)

I twisted, dropped my purse on the desk, came back around, lifted up my hands and held my left pointer finger with my right hand and started counting down my plan.

“One, I walk in there looking fine. Not looking beat up and broken but looking good. That way, he sees what he gave up. He could have had me but he used me and threw me away. He might be too coldblooded to care but it’ll make me feel better.” I added my middle finger to my hand. “Two, I’m in there with you and he knows we’re together. You’re better than him, hotter than him, richer than him, everything more than him. I want to rub his face in it.” I added my ring finger. “Three, I’ll say what I have to say. I don’t know what that is yet but I’m winging this as I go along, I’ll figure it out.” I kept adding fingers. “Four, he has to see Winnie. He may be a snake but he can’t be so low that he won’t flinch when he’s confronted with yet another one of his victims especially when she’s in a better place with good people around her no matter what he did to her. Five, Winnie gets to have her say. Six is whatever you’re going to do to him. I don’t have a seventh and eighth part of my revenge yet but I figure I might kick him. With these pointy shoes, that’ll hurt like –”

I stopped talking because one second Luke was three feet away, the next second he was using his hard body to back me up until my thighs hit the desk and he was pressed in full frontal.

“What are you doing?” I cried, grabbing his upper arms in order not to stumble on my teetering heels.

His hands were on me, his head bent and his lips went to my neck. “I’m gonna f**k you, right here on Lee’s desk.” His voice was low again but not with anger this time, with something entirely different and a shiver slid across my skin. “The eighth part of your revenge is you walkin’ in there with your face soft, satisfied and sexy as hell like it is after I make you come.”

Ho-ly shit.

My special girl parts went into full spasm.

He was pulling up the skirt of my dress at the same time, stepping all over my plan.

“Luke! You’re going to mess up my makeup.”

My skirt was bunched around my h*ps and Luke’s hands were at my ass.

“I don’t care.” His mouth glided up my neck to my jaw.

“Someone can walk in,” I kept at it.

His fingers were moving across lace and satin, his head came up, he leaned back, looked at my h*ps and his body went still.

“Jesus,” he muttered as he slid the skirt up higher so he could get a better look. Then his eyes lifted to mine and they were ink. “Those for Dexter too?”

“No!” I snapped, slapping at his hands. “You’re ruining my surprise, for you, which was supposed to be for later on tonight.”

At that he grinned, not a sexy half-grin, an even sexier, full-on, white smile.

“Stop smiling at me,” I bit out, shoving my skirt back down. “I’m losing my revenge mojo here. I was all psyched up and you got all testosterone on me. Or more testosterone than normal”.

“Ava.”

I got my skirt in place and raised my eyes to his. His were still ink but they were amused ink and I knew his intent.

“Don’t you kiss me, you’ll mess up my lip gloss,” I ordered. “Jet spent ten whole minutes on my lips and I don’t want her time wasted.”

His arms came around me and his face got close. “You’re cute when you’re bossy.”

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling.

“Look at me, babe.”

I looked at him.

“The eighth part of your revenge can be him rottin’ in prison for the next decade.”

I sucked in breath and stared at him.

After a few beats I whispered, “You’re not going to kill him?”

He shook his head.

I kept staring at him then something hit me. “Were you ever going to kill him?”

His arms got tighter. “If I’d have seen him after I found out he touched you or when I found out he did it while I was in your house, maybe. Since then, no.”

Oh… my… God.

“Why on earth didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you were in less danger traipsin’ around with the Rock Chicks. Didn’t hurt that it served the added purpose of keepin’ your mind off inventing ways to push me away.”

I should have known Luke wasn’t going to kill Noah. He was a good guy, hell, he was The Best Guy Ever.

Still, I was annoyed.

“I was worried to death you’d do something gonzo.”

His forehead came to mine. “Yeah, that’s what kept your mind off inventing ways to push me away.”

I could just not believe him. “You’re incredibly annoying,” I snapped, pulling my forehead away and putting my hands on his chest and pushing (which didn’t work, per usual).

He ignored my comment and started his own topic. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“You are not,” I said but his lips were coming toward mine and I couldn’t tear my eyes from them. “Luke, my lip gloss!” I protested right before his mouth hit mine.

In the end I had to repair my lip gloss and Luke had to wipe Jet’s application off his mouth with the back of his wrist.

Not to mention his kiss was so thorough, Luke was going to get part of his revenge because, even after shaky-handed lip gloss application, I was going to walk in to see Noah in the waning throes of a serious Luke Lip Fog.