Chapter 60. Bad Air (2)

Teyana’s POV

I blinked at Zayne, sure I had misheard him. My lips parted, and an incredulous laugh slipped out. “A strip club? You’ve got to be joking.”

But he didn’t laugh with me. His eyes glinted with that teasing boldness of his. “Live a little, pretty.” He said, arms folded like he had all the time in the world.

“You’ve got so many things you’re holding back from me, and we both know it. That’s the only place where we’ll get privacy to talk. Unless…” His voice dipped low, almost rough. “Unless you’d rather come to my place.”

The look he gave me after that, seductive and unguarded, nearly stole my breath away. His gaze skimmed over me like he was unraveling layers of my thoughts. I swallowed hard and tore my eyes away.

“God, Zayne,” I muttered, exhaling shakily. Yet my hand lifted anyway, betraying me, stretching out toward him. “Just give me the helmet.”

His smirk widened, as though he had known I’d yield all along. He placed the helme