With Every Heartbeat (Forbidden Men #4)(110)

“Put that on. I’m going out tonight, and you have to come.”

I glanced at the pink…dress, I guess it was, and went back to writing. “I don’t want to go out tonight.” And I certainly didn’t want to go out with her.

“Well, too bad. You have to. The girls are demanding I go out with them to help me get over my break-up. It wouldn’t look right if you didn’t come.”

The urge to be nasty rose in my throat. I wanted to spit something like, “Oh, you mean it’d look like I didn’t support you and your faithless, cheating ways?” But then I remembered what I’d done to her, and how I’d spent the entire evening with the guy she’d been in a serious relationship with for months on the very evening he broke up with her.

The guilt kept me quiet. I ducked my face. “I’m not going.” If Quinn could tell Ten he wasn’t going out with him to get over Cora, I could tell her the same thing. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of other girls with you to support you.”

“But you’re my roommate.” She picked up the dress and shoved it in my face. “It’s doubly important that you show your support.”

I glanced up at her. “But I don’t support what you did.”

“And I don’t give a flying f*ck what you feel in your tender, little, self-righteous heart. Appearances are everything, Zoey. You’re going, or I’ll tell all my friends we broke up because he cheated on me…with you.”



So, I went out with Cora and her friends, but I chose my own outfit, putting on skinny jeans, tall boots and a long top.

They decided to hit Forbidden first. Maybe they wanted Quinn to be working so they could flaunt Cora in front of him and make him miss her or something. I don’t know, but he wasn’t on duty, so whatever that plan had been fell through anyway. Ten and Asher were the two guys manning the bar. Cora’s crew found a table near the front doors and a waitress took our order. I glanced toward the bar a few times, but both guys seemed too busy to notice us.

Cora wasn’t as bad as I thought she’d be. She was so, so much worse, whining to her friends about her new single status, and they all—every single one of them—sympathized with her. Did they not even care that it was over between her and Quinn because of her actions?

Apparently not. And then I learned why. They didn’t know it was because of her.

I had no idea what Cora had told them until Tamsen, I think her name was, said, “I can’t believe he cheated on you. He always seemed like such a dedicated guy.”

My eyes grew wide. Say, what?

“I know.” Cora put on a sad face and fake wiped at her cheek, but all the while, her gaze lifted to mine. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

Or the liars, I wanted to spit back. My gaze narrowed. I couldn’t believe she’d told them he’d been the cheater. They probably had no idea she’d slept around throughout her entire relationship with him.

“And he was the worst lay ever,” she went on, making my blood pressure skyrocket.

I knew I’d only been with one person, but Quinn Hamilton was far and gone away from being the worst at anything he did in the bedroom. His merely looking at me could fry my hormones.

“Talk about vanilla lover. He never did anything but straight missionary, always skipped the foreplay, and he totally lacked sexy talk.”

Quinn’s voice from Friday night moved through my head.

After the touching and kissing comes the licking.

So pink and delicate.

God, yes. That’s the flavor, right there. That’s what would keep me coming back for more, every time.

Ready for another biology lesson?

I pushed to my feet, needing to escape before I blew a gasket.

Cora lifted her eyes. “Oh, are you headed to the bar? We need another round of strawberry daiquiris. Thanks.”

I stared at her a moment, but then I glanced toward the bar…or rather toward the bartenders.

Maybe heading that way wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

I marched to Asher and Ten. Asher grinned at me as he passed a fruity-looking drink to a waitress.

“Hey, Zoey. You look amazing tonight. What can I get you?”

Asher was too nice for my needs, so I bypassed him and planted myself in front of Ten, where he was busy plunking an olive with a toothpick and setting it just so into a martini glass.

Pointing in the direction of my roommate’s table, I said, “Go destroy her.”

Ten glanced up. He blinked at me for a moment before he arched an amused eyebrow. “Wow, Blondie. Do I really look like some kind of trained pet to you, who sits and fetches on command?”

I clenched my teeth. “She’s talking smack about Quinn to all her friends. She told them he’s the one who cheated on her.”

His eyebrows lifted. His gaze veered Cora’s way before it narrowed on where she was surrounded by her skank posse. “Oh, bitch is going down.”

Setting one hand on the bar, he hopped over it and stalked off.

My chest filled with an eager excitement. I knew I should’ve felt bad for siccing Ten on her, but she deserved it. Guilt and joy blurred in my head. Curious to see what he did, I hurried after him.

“…and he refused to go down on me, the selfish prick,” Cora was saying as Ten approached her from behind.