My eyes hold hers. “Have a good night.”

Not too good.

“You too.”

A car pulls up. “That’s my Uber. See you later. Thanks.” She turns and walks away, and I watch her sexy little ass wiggle as she walks.

Hmm . . .

Infuriating.

I walk back inside to find the boys all standing at the window, peering out through the curtains at her.

“Holy fuck, she’s hot,” Blake gasps. “Like real fucking hot.”

“Eyes off,” I snap as I sit back down at the card table.

“What does she do?” Bennet asks.

“She’s a nurse.”

“A nurse,” Bennet gasps. “Oh fuck, she can give me a sponge bath anytime.”

“There isn’t enough soap for your dirty dick,” I mutter as I shuffle the cards.

“What hospital?” Blake asks. “I’ve never seen her before.”

“I’m not sure.”

“The bank of Juliet is getting a deposit from me very soon,” Bennet says.

“Not happening.” I begin to deal the cards.

“Give me one good reason.”

“Because she doesn’t take deposits from the bank of tiny cock.”

They laugh.

“And besides.” I pick up my cards and rearrange them in my hand. “I already have an account open at the bank of Juliet.”

“What?” They all gasp. “You do not.”

I smile as I pick up my cigar.

“Details, we want the details.”

“A gentleman never tells.”

“True, but you’re not a gentleman.”

I smile as I stare at my cards. My mind wanders to the delectable Miss Drinkwater. “Double or nothing.”

Juliet

The music is loud, and I dance in a circle with the girls. I am tipsy, tipsier than tipsy. The cocktails are going down way too easy tonight, and I’m having the best time.

“Bathroom?” Leonie shouts.

I nod, and she grabs my hand and leads me through the club to the bathroom. I stumble in and sit down as the stall begins to spin. Oh man . . . no more for me.

I take out my phone and see a missed call.

“Whose number is this?” I call to Leonie in the stall next to me.

“Huh? What number?”

I click on the number, and it calls it back.

“Took your time,” a deep voice snaps.

“Is that you, Harry?” I pretend to forget his name.

“Don’t push your luck, Juliet. I’m on the verge of poisoning your dog.”

His grumpiness makes me giggle. “Is Barry being bad?”

“What do you think?”

I smile. “On my way.”

“Hurry up.” The phone goes dead.

I stand and pull my dress down. “I’ve got to go home,” I call to Leonie.

“Why?”

“Because Harry is going to poison Barry,” I call.

“Huh? Who’s Barry?”

“My dog.”

“Who’s Harry?”

“My neighbor who is actually not named Harry, but it’s fun to call him Harry.”

“I’m so confused right now,” some random girl calls from the stall on the other side of me.

“That makes two of us,” calls Leonie.

I giggle. “Is anyone else’s stall spinning?” I ask.

“Yes,” everyone cries in unison.

I hug the girls goodbye and totter to the front door and call an Uber as the ground moves beneath me.

Oh man . . .

The car pulls up. “Thank you.” I open the door and put one leg out and then the other.

How the hell did I get so tipsy?

The cul-de-sac is quiet, not a peep to be heard. I look up at Henley’s house, and I smile. I imagine going inside and surprising him with my very own peep show.

“You have a good night,” I tell the Uber driver.

“You too.”

“Don’t pick up any drunk and disorderly people,” I tell him. “There are some real troublemakers out there.”

He smiles. “Are you all right to get out on your own?”

Boy, I’m so tipsy.

“I am. Thank you for driving me home.” I smile goofily. “I had fun.”

“This isn’t a fucking date, Juliet,” Henley’s voice growls.

Huh?

He grabs my arm and pulls me from the car, and I come face to face with Mr. Holy Hotness himself.

“Oh.” How convenient. “It’s you.”

Chapter 5

Henley

“Go inside and control your mutt.”

Juliet smiles up at me all sexy-like. “Stop saying mutt like that.”

I twist my lips. “I’ll say muttt”—I accentuate the T—“any way I want to.”

“Hmm.” She smiles. “Always so bossy, Mr. James.”

You have no idea.

She sways on her feet. She’s really quite inebriated. “You’re drunk.”

“Am I?”

“Do you make a habit of offering yourself to seedy Uber drivers?”

She giggles and turns toward her house. She bends and slips her stilettos off. I watch her ass in that dress as she does. “Are you jealous, Henley?”

As fuck.

“Go inside,” I warn her.

“Or what?” she teases.

Get bent over your letterbox, that’s what.

“Don’t play with me, Juliet.”

She turns back toward me and smiles sexily as she bites her bottom lip. Our eyes are locked, and she walks back to me. We come face to face.

Her perfume surrounds me. My cock twitches in appreciation at her close proximity.

Don’t even think about it.

“Henley,” she whispers.

My eyes drop to her lips. “Yes.”

“If I was playing with you, I would tell you something sordid.”

“Such as?”

The air crackles between us.

She leans in close and puts her mouth to my ear. “I haven’t had sex in eight months,” she breathes.

I inhale sharply. Damn it, tell me anything but that.

Throb, throb, throb . . .

I hear the blood rushing from all over my body to fill my cock.

This isn’t good. Abort mission.

I get a vision of her riding me, good and deep, her perfect tits bouncing as they do. Eight months to catch up on. She’d be fucking fire.

She’s an adultering witch, remember?

Stop it.

I step back from her. “You should probably tell someone who cares. Do you want me to call the Uber driver back?”

She smirks. “Maybe I do.”

“Get inside.” I point to her house.

Before I do unspeakable things to you . . . or murder an overhelpful Uber driver.

“So bossy, Mr. James.”

“You have no idea.”

Her eyes hold mine, and I know she’s imagining the exact same thing as me.

Fuck.

Why is she so hot?

Last time we had sex, she changed my fucking DNA. There is no way in hell I’m doing that again.