Chapter 46
S pencer walked into the living room with a small package. “Did anyone order something with urgent delivery?” He peered down at the package. “It’s for you, Princess.”
Indie glanced up from where she was snuggled up next to Slade on the couch. “For me? What is it?”
“I don’t know. There’s nothing on the packaging.”
Slade shot Spencer a look.
Could Billy have sent something?
“Rock,” Slade said as he headed toward Spencer.
Spencer glanced over to find that Rock had Indie in his arms and was walking toward the bedrooms with her. She was protesting, asking what was wrong. He was glad she hadn’t cottoned on to why they were so concerned.
“I’ll check it outside. Stay here,” Slade ordered.
Screw that.
The guys were always trying to shelter him from stuff. They’d done it since boarding school when he’d been getting picked on by some real douchecanoes.
He wasn’t leaving Slade now.
Slade shot him a look as he walked out to the deck with him .
“I’m sticking with you,” Spencer told him. “What do you want to do?”
“It feels soft. Not explosives, I don’t think. But could contain some sort of drug.” Slade took off his shirt and placed it over his mouth, tying it.
Then he took a pocket knife from his pocket.
Jeez, talk about always being prepared.
Spencer would have made fun of him if this wasn’t so fucking serious.
He sliced into the package and Spencer winced. But when nothing happened, he opened his eyes and looked at Slade who appeared confused.
Spencer moved forward to glance down at the package. “Is that silk?”
“Do you think he sent her lingerie?” Slade asked. “Why the fuck would he do that?”
“Maybe to fuck with us,” Spencer said.
“How would he even know she’s with us?” Slade asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe her mother or someone at the club,” Spencer guessed.
“Fuck. You could be right.” Slade picked it up.
“Shit. That’s fucking sexy. And she’d look ah-fucking-mazing in it.” Spencer was regretting not buying the red slinky nightwear with black lace in all the right places for her himself.
Christ. Now he was growing hard.
This was something Billy bought for her. It should not turn you on.
“The guy might be a complete dick, but he has good taste,” Spencer said.
“Let Rock know that the crisis is over and I’ll find somewhere to put this,” Slade said.
Spencer drew out his phone and tapped a message out to Rock as Slade walked in holding the nightie.
“Shall we buy our girl something like this?” Spencer asked as he walked into the penthouse.
“Definitely. ”
“Oh my God, she really bought it!” Indie cried, moving forward to grab the nightie.
Slade pushed it behind him.
“Who bought it?” Spencer asked her.
“Margo! She sent an image of that nightie and said that if I wore this . . .” she trailed off, looking around at everyone.
Then she swallowed heavily.
Slade eyed her curiously. “She said that if you wore this . . . what? You might be able to seduce us?”
Her eyes widened. “You knew I was trying to seduce you guys? So why haven’t you fucked me yet? Is it because I’m pregnant and gross?”
Did she really just say that?
Oh. Fuck. No.
Spencer stepped forward. “Gross? Did you really just use the word gross to describe yourself?”
She swallowed heavily as she stared up at him, looking nervous.
She should be nervous.
Because she was in a whole heap of trouble.