Chapter Seven

One glance from a clubgoer, Caspain had me tugged onto his lap body hidden from the rest of the private sectioned lounges above the dance floor. I sat with a stiff back, leaning away from his chest and on the booth as I faced Lust, who sat in the middle of the booth. It left the seat across from Caspain open as we waited for Reno’s arrival. 

Every brush of his arm as he sipped on his drink and returned it to the table had me jostling on his legs, and I gripped my thighs trying to tuck myself in. 

He turned his head so he could whisper in my ear, “Relax.” 

“I didn’t agree to this,” I hiss back at him. 

Caspain tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, then grasped my chin tugging my face to his. “Do I need to ask Lust for his influence? Or can you put