Sweet Seduction (Sweet #3)(8)

"Maybe Faith isn't the innocent you like to make her out to be," Micah said in amusement.

Nathan glared at Micah. "We're talking about Julie, remember? And I sure as hell don't think she's innocent, but I damn well don't want her f**king some stranger with Damon's blessing either. What the hell is he running, some kind of pimp service?"

"Look, I'm not telling you this so you can stop it. Last I checked, you weren't Julie's keeper, and I doubt she'd allow that anyway." His lips twitched as he obviously fought laughter. "But Julie's request was for anonymous sex. She wants to be blindfolded. Do you see an opportunity here?"

Nathan stared at Micah in stupefaction. "Blindfolded? Has she lost her damn mind? What's to stop this joker from hurting her?"

"Jokers," Micah corrected.

"What?"

"There's more than one."

Nathans fingers curled into a fist. "You're shitting me. You're doing this to yank my chain, aren't you?"

Micah licked his lips as he struggled with his composure.

"And would you quit laughing at me already?" Nathan demanded.

Micah dropped his head and laughed. He laughed so hard that tears were streaming from his eyes. Nathan wanted nothing more than to kick his ass.

"I'm not shitting you, man," Micah said as he gasped for breath. "She wants hot sex with more than one guy. She wants to be blindfolded but not tied up. She wants the fantasy of anonymity."

"Fuck me," Nathan swore. "That's going to happen over my dead body."

"Oh? And how do you plan to stop it? Damon's not going to let you within a mile of The House if your plan is to barge in, fists swinging. He runs a very civilized place."

"Civilized, my ass. What's civilized about treating women like pieces of meat?"

Micah raised an eyebrow. "Knowing what you do about me, do you honestly think I would have let Julie walk into that kind of situation if I wasn't sure that Damon would take damn good care of her?"

Nathan leaned forward. "And I'd ask what the hell business of it is yours what Julie does or doesn't do."

"She's friends with Faith and Serena. I'd look out for her just like I do those two," he said evenly. "What business of it is yours? Why do you care, Nathan?"

"Fuck you," Nathan muttered.

"Admit it, you care. It's eating you alive to know that she's going to be f**king some other guy this weekend when you're dying to get into her pants."

"It ain't going to happen," Nathan said belligerently.

"What, you getting into her pants?" Micah asked.

Nathan turned up his middle finger at Micah. "What ain't going to happen is her having anonymous sex with some goddamn stranger."

"And you plan to prevent this how?"

Fuck if he knew. He didn't know this Damon guy as well as Micah did, but Micah could fix that, couldn't he? And hell, if she was that bent on having anonymous sex, he could be as anonymous as the next guy.

A slow grin spread across his face. That was it. He'd exact a little payback for the way she'd played him in the salon with the added benefit of not letting her f**k another man. She wouldn't need another guy when he finished with her.

"I'm not liking the look on your face right now," Micah said warily. "You only get that look when you're plotting. Usually against me."

"I think we should have a beer with your buddy, Damon," Nathan suggested. "Like tonight."

Micah grinned. "I thought you might see it my way."

"Your way? How the hell is this your way? If we did things your way, Julie would be f**king some weirdo at Damon's sex club this weekend."

"Why do you think I told you about it, moron?" Micah said as he motioned for another beer. "And I'm way ahead of you, man. Damon's supposed to meet me here in an hour."

Chapter 4

“You did not tell me that they were going to be here," Julie huffed as she, Serena and Faith walked into Cattleman's. "In fact, you told me that Damon was at The House tonight. Working on my setup."

Serena shrugged, but her gaze was drawn to where Damon sat between Micah and Nathan.

"Hello? Earth to Serena?"

Faith giggled as they pulled Serena toward the bar. Damon's gaze found Serena's, and he smiled a sexy, toe-curling smile that even had Julie squirming.

"You two are more nauseating than Faith and Gray," Julie grumbled as they plopped onto barstools.

"What did I do?" Faith asked in a perfect rendition of her innocent look.

"So why are they here?" Julie hissed. Nathan was staring at her. She could feel him boring holes through her back.

"Why don't you go ask them?" Serena drawled.

"After a few drinks I just might." The last thing she wanted was for Nathan to think she was rattled. Or avoiding him. Even if she damn well was.

"Well you wanted him to suffer," Faith said as the bartender served up their drinks. "Although I'd say he looks more pissed than pained."

"Better to be pissed off than pissed on," Julie muttered.

Serena laughed. "Girlfriend, you pissed all over the guy months ago. Marked him, scented him, howled at the moon . . ."