No woman has ever looked at me with disdain when they’ve seen me. Not one. And while I find J’s taunting amusing, I know one thing for sure—she’s attracted to me.
The watch is still screaming like a banshee, and the yellow is lingering on the watch face. Are there more warning colors? Orange? Red? Which is the highest level of danger? I wonder where I have to touch her before I can see that one?
To my surprise, small fingers press into my jaw. J turns my head to look away from her watch and into her face.
“My eyes are up here, Cross,” she breathes.
And then, for the third time in less than twenty-four hours, she kisses me.
Chapter Sixteen
J
The Cross men aren’t easy. I am not the first, nor will I be the last girl to throw herself at a member of The Kings.
But I have something those girls don’t.
Information.
I know The Kings back and front. Their loyalty to one another cannot be tested. It is infallible. Like gravity. Like sunlight. Like air.
They are also confident. Not cocky. Their self-assurance comes from the fact that they’re rich, talented, and out-of-this-worldgorgeous.
They are not trying to be these things. They are not claiming to be these things.
Theyare.
And they do not care—at all—about anything outside of their own desires and appetites which are easily filled with a snap of their fingers.
Thinking that jiggling boobs or twerking and grinding is all it takes is where most go wrong. A warm body in their bed is the least interesting part of The Kings’ existence.
Cadence won Dutch’s attention by standing up to him repeatedly.
Grey took over Zane’s life because she refused to step into the darkness with him. She challenged him to become someone she could embrace in the light.
The women who caught the attention of the princes of Redwood didn’t win the battle with their bodies.
And that means I have a chance.
The Kings love a feisty woman willing to tell them off. The anger has to be sincere, of course. Royalty can spot a joker a mile away.
Thankfully, I meant every word I said.
Finnisvery irritating.
He’s also a rather bland kisser.
Which is disappointing, but hey. He hasn’t been a willing participant in any of these make out sessions, so I can’t exactly blame him. If the shoe was on the other foot, and a guy I was not attracted to kept kissing me without permission, I would disengage too.
My watch goes quiet while my face is smushed against his.
I’m kissing him with my eyes open.
His eyes are staring back at me too.
That’s not good. I was banking on this kiss being a bit more fiery. Finn seemed interested in the capabilities of my watch, and I hoped the colors changing on the screen would keep him occupied like a toddler on a tablet.
I need him close and disoriented long enough for me to grab his wallet.
