Muffin. Ugh.
My steps are slow and dawdling as I make my way toward the basement. Music once again drifts up the stairs, but it isn’t angry and blaring like it was the first time I met Tylin down here. It’s gentle and swaying and makes me second guess all of this even more.
When I get to the base of the stairs, Tylin comes into view and I hesitate there as I watch him push a towel down his face. Across his neck. Down his chest. Over his abs.
“You have a weird habit of watching me.” His rumbling tone pulls at my mesmerized gaze.
My eyes narrow on him. Like it’s my fault he was jerking off so adamantly when we first met.
“I was watching you because it was my job.” There’s a very defensive tone in my voice that even I cringe at.
I sound too defensive. Not at all believable.
“It was my job,” I repeat in a steadier tone.
“Thirty minutes of looking at my cock was your job?”
My brows pull low as my lip part with outrage.
“Who masturbates for thirty minutes?” I screech the words out just as the music stops.
The loud and rumbling laughter of Mason and Jameson echoes upstairs and my eyes close slowly.
A smile pulls at his lips and it’s such an odd look on him. It makes his always-serious features turn into this handsome appearance of raw sexuality.
He almost looks approachable.
Until he approaches me. On slow and daunting steps.
“What if I told you I knew you were watching?” His quiet tone hums right through me, straight down into my core. He uses his menacing tone to taunt me. “What if I told you I spotted the pretty Huntress outside my door and wanted to give her a distracting show?” His head dips as his words rumble with admission. “Everything an assassin does is premeditated.”
I tip my head up to look him in his depthless, steely eyes. We kissed once. Kind of. It was more of a power performance to throw in my face, but it was a kiss. A demanding kiss that still tingles in my lips.
His gaze trails my features as I stare up at him. Heat flashes over my cheeks as I realize my thoughts are written all over my face.
“So you did it to distract me?”
He hesitates with that cruel smile tilting his sexy lips.
“I did it to see that pretty blush in your cheeks.” The glinting look in his eyes gives me a knowing feeling.
I take a breath and try to force the color from my face.
“That’s a lie.” My eyes narrow on him and he actually laughs at my outrage.
“You’re right. It is.”
And just like that, he turns away from me. Ending our easy banter and returning to his overly serious life.
When he turns back to me, he’s holding something red. He holds it out to me and I realize the small fabric is actually a dress.
A very, very small dress.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a dress for an assassin, of course.”
I cock a brow at him and his insinuation.
