He was lying. A lot like Tony, actually, but she would let it pass. “Not in the the living room, darlin’,” she drawled, years’ experience enabling her to eel out from between him and the wall. Pulling her tanktop off, she tossed it down the hall in front of her, blue diamonds glittering under her hair. She held out a hand. “Coming?”
He gave a shocked expression. “What just happened?” he mumbled to himself before nodding and following. First he was being questioned and now he was possibly getting into bed with some fresh face. Even with the thoughts, he found himself with fingers fumbling the buttons on his vest and pulling it off, dropping it to the floor.
Summer sprawled bellydown on her bed, feet kicking in the air and copper hair obscuring her nudity. A fugitive sparkle at her throat hinted at the diamonds still there. “You have yet to deliver on your promise, Oz,” she purred. “I don’t like that. You know what I want.”