Part 5 (1/2)

I snorted.

”What?”

I gave him a flat look. ”Guys like you don't go out with girls like me. At least, not for very long.”

”How long is not very?”

I snorted again. ”Just long enough for you to get what you want, before moving on to the next girl. You might slum it for a few weeks out in the suburbs or even down in Southtown, if you're feeling especially dangerous, but guys like you always go back to your rich Northtown honeys sooner or later. Besides, you wouldn't want to risk p.i.s.sing off Daddy and having him cut off access to your trust fund. No girl's worth that, right?” By the time I finished, my voice was dripping with venom, disdain, and sarcasm.

His eyes glittered. ”Well, maybe I'm an exception.”

I shrugged. ”Maybe. But it doesn't much matter.”

Sebastian stepped even closer to me, his voice dropping to a low, husky murmur. ”Doesn't it? Wouldn't you like to find out? Because I certainly want to know more about you, Gin.”

I should have given him another derisive snort. Should have made some harsh, biting comment about his lame lines. Should have shoved past him and headed back to the dining room without another word. But something in his intense gaze made me hold my tongue, something in his handsome face made me take another look at him, and something in his tall, strong stance made me want to put my tray down, run my hands over his shoulders, and see if his muscles were as firm as they looked.

Sebastian must have sensed my hesitation, because he reached out, gently tugging on the end of my dark brown ponytail. ”You know,” he said in that same husky tone, ”I bet you would look even more amazing with your hair down.”

”Certainly. But that's something you'll never find out.”

Sebastian grinned and clutched his hands over his heart in mock exaggeration, as though I'd mortally wounded him with my words. If only he knew how easily I could do that with one of the knives tucked up my sleeves, he wouldn't be giving me such smoldering looks. No, he would have been sweating, screaming, and running away from me as fast as he could.

Of course, I wasn't exactly being smart right now either. I should have meekly excused myself from this conversation long ago, not stood here trading mocking insults and flirty banter with the son of the man I was planning to kill. Fletcher had taught me better than that. He would have been horrified by how many of his rules I'd broken in the last five minutes: Don't be memorable. Don't do anything to attract attention to yourself. Don't engage potential enemies or targets in any way.

But for some reason, tonight, I just didn't care about the old man's rules.

Maybe it was how handsome Sebastian looked with the light glinting off his black hair. Maybe it was the way he focused all of his attention on me. Or maybe it was the simple fact that I enjoyed being with someone who actually gave as good as he got. But I liked talking to him-far more than I should have.

Other waiters and waitresses enjoyed quick dalliances with guests at these dinners all the time. Tonight, for the first time, I wanted my own seven minutes of heaven, and it took me longer than it should have to quash this wild, reckless feeling that Sebastian stirred in me.

He gave my ponytail another gentle tug. ”I don't know, Gin,” he murmured again, his dark gaze locking with my light one. ”I can be very persuasive when I put my mind to it.”

And I could be very deadly, although I didn't tell him that. Instead, I tightened my grip on my tray.

”I'm sure you can be . . . on some other girl. Now, I really have to get back to work. Please excuse me.”

This time, I finally did move past him, careful not to spill the champagne. I strode down the corridor as fast as I could without rattling the delicate gla.s.ses. All the while, though, I was aware of Sebastian standing behind me, and it almost seemed like I could feel his eyes on me, tracking the soft swing of my hips. More heat simmered through my veins at the thought of him watching me.

”You're going to change your mind about me, Gin,” he called out. ”I'll come by your restaurant and take you out one night. Count on it.”

I reached the end of the corridor. The smart thing would have been to keep right on walking, but I stopped and turned around to face him.

”I never count on anything. Especially not promises from cute rich guys.”

He grinned. ”Not just cute. Gorgeous, remember?”

Oh, yes. Sebastian Vaughn was far too handsome and far too egotistical for his own good. Still, I found myself grinning back at him before I shook my head and hurried around the corner.

I made it back to the dining room without running into anyone else, including Meredith, the event planner. The c.o.c.ktail portion of the evening had come to a close while I'd been talking to Sebastian, and I had to hustle over to where the chefs were set up so I could get in line with the other servers.

Sebastian came strolling into the room a minute later. His gaze zoomed over to me, and he flashed me another c.o.c.ky grin. A few of the other waitresses gave me sour looks, no doubt thinking that I'd been off f.u.c.king one of the guests instead of doing my job and jealous that it had been someone as handsome as Sebastian. I ignored their petty stares and disapproving sniffs. Let them think what they wanted to. It didn't matter to me in the slightest.

But there was one person's opinion that I did care about-Fletcher's-and the hard set of his wrinkled features told me that he wasn't too happy with me. He stabbed his index finger at me, then jerked it to the right. I sighed, knowing that I was probably going to get a lecture, but I followed him over to the far end of the serving line, out of earshot of the other chefs and waiters.

”Where have you been?” he asked, plucking the champagne flutes off my tray and replacing them with baskets of hot b.u.t.tered bread. ”I was getting worried.”

”Recon,” I murmured. ”Vaughn snuck off to have a secret meeting with Mab Monroe in the library.”

I glanced around, but I didn't see Mab in the dining room, although Dawson and Slater had both returned and taken seats at the head of the table. I wondered if the Fire elemental had left as soon as she'd delivered her threats to Vaughn. While Fletcher piled baskets of bread onto my tray, I quickly and quietly told him everything that Mab had said to Vaughn and all the shaky promises that he'd made to her in return. Fletcher would want to know, and I hoped that the intel would cut off any potential lecture before it ever got started.

”Do you think that Mab is behind the hit on Vaughn after all?” I asked when I'd finished.

Fletcher put a final basket of bread on my tray. ”I'm not sure. I wouldn't put it past her, but she usually prefers to do that sort of dirty work herself. She likes the message that it sends to all of her enemies about how powerful she is. Besides, if she really wanted Vaughn dead, she could have used her magic, killed him in the library, and gotten Slater and Dawson to dispose of his charred remains. I'll see if I can find out any more information about who wants Vaughn dead. Now, scoot. You can tell me the rest of it on the drive home.”

”The rest of what?”

He arched his eyebrows. ”Like why Sebastian Vaughn is eyeing you like you're part of the dinner menu.”

I should have known that I couldn't get anything past Fletcher. He could be annoyingly perceptive at times. I also knew better than to glance over my shoulder, but I did it anyway. Sebastian was staring at me. He raised his winegla.s.s to me in salute before giving me another sly wink. Heat flooded my cheeks, and I had a difficult time looking Fletcher in the eye.

”It's nothing,” I mumbled. ”I ran into him in the hallway outside the library when I was heading back this way. He flirted with me, so I flirted back so he wouldn't think too much about what I was doing there. That's all.”

Fletcher didn't say anything, but disapproval radiated off him like the heat from the bread. He didn't tell me that I should have known better, that he had taught me better, because we both knew that he had. One of the keys to being an a.s.sa.s.sin was being as invisible as possible. Not only when you did the actual hit on your target but also in all the moments leading up to that final, fatal one.

More than one a.s.sa.s.sin had been caught because he'd made himself too visible in the target's world. Like being the recently hired mechanic who'd worked on the target's car hours before the brakes had catastrophically failed and the car had plunged off the side of a mountain road. Or being the new pool boy when the target had slipped, hit his head, and drowned in the shallow end. Or even being seen out on a date with the target the night he mysteriously got mugged and beaten to death walking home from dinner.

Killing someone was easy-getting away with it was what was truly challenging.

”I'm sorry,” I said. ”I thought that it wouldn't hurt to talk to him. He probably would have thought it odder if I had completely brushed him off.”

I didn't add that Sebastian had seemed to enjoy our conversation as much as I had or the promise that he'd made to track me down for a date. Fletcher would have pulled me off the job immediately if he'd known about any of that. But I was going to be the one to kill Vaughn, not him. I wanted to be the one to do the hit, for Charlotte's sake.

”All right,” Fletcher replied. ”You did the best you could. I know his type. A pretty boy who thinks that he's ent.i.tled to whatever he wants. Just ignore him. He'll move on to someone else soon enough.”

I nodded, picked up the tray of bread, and hurried over to the table with it. I moved behind the row of guests, stopping every few feet to deposit baskets in the appropriate spots. All too soon, though, I reached Sebastian's seat. Instead of ignoring me like all the other diners had, he turned in his chair and took the basket from me, his fingers brus.h.i.+ng against mine for the briefest instant.

Once again, that strange, unwanted heat flooded my face, before the flush spread down my neck, but it was nothing compared with the warmth racing through the rest of my body. Sebastian noticed my embarra.s.sment, and his lips curved up into a smile. I hurried on with the rest of the bread, but all the while, I was aware of his gaze on me, and I couldn't help but glance in his direction. He was still staring at me, that same small, satisfied smile on his face, his eyes dark with some sort of secret triumph.

I swallowed and continued with my serving duties, but I couldn't help but think that ignoring Sebastian Vaughn was easier said than done.