Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths.

It didn’t take a lot to get my butterflies going. Hussies.

My smile dropped when I turned my back to Louis and faced Rhys. “Mr. Larsen, please follow me.” Once we entered the kitchen, I hissed, “Stop threatening my dates with your gun.” I hadn’t needed to see him to know he’d probably pushed his jacket aside just enough to flash his weapon.

“Trust me. I can tell when people are fucking, and they are.” We stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby. “If they are, why did she encourage him to ask me out?” “I don’t know. Maybe they’re into group play.” Rhys didn’t look at me.