“Luna Steele please,” she says, but doesn’t look at me.
“I learned that my mother Veronica Hindman, infiltrated a well-known company and embezzled over a million pounds in a two-week period.” I respond blandly.
She nods with her head still down, continuing through her list of names.
“Jessica Watson.”
Red’s back straightens instantly.
“Err, yes. I learnt that my father created the toxic chambers for The Games,” she sounds queasy as she says it, but she pushes through.
There are a few gasps around the room, and I’m not sure if one came from me. What’s the toxic chambers? I won’t ask her though, I’ll find out from someone else.
The rest of the class is spent watching another film about life before 2008. They talk like it was long ago, not the twelve years that it’s been.
I make sure Red is ok, before she gets into her SUV. There’s only one guy in our History class that’s also a Diamond, and he’s already seated waiting for her. She seems ok, just a little ruffled having to openly say what her father has done for Featherstone.
I climb into the Rolls and kick off my heels, they’re always the worst on the days I’ve had combat. Before I have chance to protest, Parker is lifting my feet into his lap and forcing me to turn sideways in my seat. His thumbs go straight to the ache and the pressure is pure bliss, I can’t contain the moan that escapes.
“God Parker, that feels so good,” I groan, with my eyes closed.
“Hmm, I’m glad you think so, but I need you to contain those moans for me, okay?” He says, while gripping tighter. This has me biting my lip as hard as I can, because staying quiet is not easy.
“In future, when I offer a foot massage, I’m going to bring headphones and look out of the window because you’re killing me,” he groans.
I force my eyes open and take him in. The lust in his gaze and his rapid breathing make him even sexier, and it turns me on.
Fuck.
I can’t let this progress, yet, not before I have the chat I want. He must see something switch in my eyes.
“You want to talk about what Wren said, huh?” He doesn’t look mad, so I slowly nod my head.
“Okay, do you mind if I grab a quick shower, then I’ll head up?”
I want to offer for him to shower in my room, but I don’t. I think he needs a minute to himself and it’ll help clear my head too.
“Yeah, of course. Want to order food too?”
My heart pounds a little, the last time I was alone with one of them was Roman, but that feels almost circumstantial. This time I want to talk and understand him a little more, and I want to help.
“Only if it's pizza,” he grins as the car pulls up outside of Ace.
I slip my heels back on and we walk in together. I head for the stairs, but he steers me to the elevator. He must feel my shoulders tense because he’s instantly soothing me.
“I got you Luna.”
He fucking better, he’s slowly making trust in him. He takes the elevator up to my floor with me before he heads back down.
While he’s not here I jump in the shower too, changing into a pair of leggings and a khaki green off the shoulder top. Throwing my hair up in a bun, I wipe all my make-up off and feel instantly relaxed. Hopeful that I can tempt him. I pull out my ink kit but leave it in my bedroom.
A knock on the door has me checking the camera feed, it’s Parker. I wipe my hands on my leggings nervously and open the door. The feed did him no justice. He’s dressed in a pair of fitted grey joggers with a simple plain white tee, and his curly hair is still damp. He’s a wet fucking dream.
I’m not sure if I’m drooling or not, but he steers me inside and shuts the door with a mischievous grin on his face. Lifting my jaw off the floor, I whack him on the chest and head for the lounge.
“I’m starving Luna, what pizza do you want?”
“Meat feast, please.”
“I think I like you most based on your pizza choices,” he says with a wink as he calls it in.
What is it with these sweet ones getting all sure of themselves? Between him and Red I feel well and truly conned.
I hold up a bottle of water and some iced tea hinting for him to choose, and he nods at the iced tea. I pour us both a glass and get comfortable on the sofa, pressing a few buttons on the sound system and Imagine Dragons – Evolve Album comes through the speakers. This is my artistic go-to, the beat thumps through my veins and I love it.
“So you want to talk about me being bisexual, huh?” he says as he sits next to me, shaking his fingers through his hair.
The confusion on my face reflects back at me from Parker’s.
“Err, I mean we can. I do have questions if you’re open to answer them, but my main focus right now is the other thing Wren mentioned,” I say, lifting my legs under me so I can turn and face him better.
“So you’re not upset about my sexuality?” he asks, tilting his head at me.
“Fuck no, if anything it’s a turn on, but you’re distracting me from the point,” I fake glare.
The grin on his face is part appreciation, part predator. Seeing it on Parker’s face has me melting. This guy. There is so much I don’t know, but I can’t help but want to find out. I point at him sternly and he sighs, but relaxes back into the cushions.
“I didn’t think that
