“No, you're not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Sure.” He gives me a small pat on the ass. “I got stuff for steaks tonight.”
“Cash.” I stomp a foot.
“How about you tell me what you’re really up to, and then we can go from there.”
“How dare you!” I hiss at him. Even though he is one thousand percent correct in his assumption.
“Dare I what?” He smirks.
“When did you get all these smiles and smirks?”
“Since you let me lick my pussy.” My mouth drops open.
“You’re terrible,” I growl out. That dirty-ass mouth of his has him winning our arguments.
“Back on topic, Cupcake.” Damn him. He never lets me steer a conversation away from what I might be up to. “What did I dare to do?” I wave my hands in front of his face.
“Read my mind. Get out of my head, weirdo.” I huff, feigning annoyance. I actually love how well he’s reading me. We are now on the same page about everything, and it’s wonderful.
“Babe, all I can think about is getting my head into you.”
I snort a laugh. “Now you got corny dirty jokes.”
“Are you ready?”
“No, I can’t go with you. I have plans with Candy.”
“What was all in the basket?” he asks again. I reach into my purse to find something to distract him with. I know just the thing.
“There are things that are better if you don’t know about them.” I pull out a sticker and place it on his badge clipped to his belt. It’s a giant thumbs-up. “If you don’t know, then you can’t get hit with any felonies. You won’t be an accessory either.”
“If we were married, then I couldn’t testify against you either.”
“Hold on there, cowboy. One wedding at a time.”
“So, there’ll be a wedding.” Oh, now this is luring him off topic. Score.
“A big one. I hope you saved up and didn’t spend all that money on that cabin.”
“Our cabin.”
“I did get a giant Christmas bonus.”
“As you should.” Cash slips the clip out of my hair, making it fall. “But you keep your Christmas bonus to yourself. You might need it to pay your bail.”
“You would arrest me?” I gasp, taking a step back. Even though the thought of Cash putting me in handcuffs does the absolute opposite of offending me. It turns me on. “I need time to think about this new revelation that you’d do such a thing. We should both sleep on it.” I take a couple of steps backward. “In different locations.”
“All right.” I freeze.
“What?”
“I said all right.” What’s happening here? He’s doing some sort of reverse psychology on me.
“You know you don’t have to arrest me to put cuffs on me.” I lick my lips. “I might let you do it.”
