“To impress your mum.” He winks, walks to the door, and pauses. “It wasn’t my idea, it was Grayson’s.”
“No way.”
“Yeah. It worked didn’t it?” His grin is infectious and I’m so tired, I giggle. “I think you pissed her off. You made all the other men at her party seem less... virile.”
“To her or to you?” When his voice goes all warm and sexy, I think I may have said too much.
“To all the women.”
“Don’t care about them. What about you, luv?” He turns out the light and I wonder if he’s thinking about the hotter than hell, panty melting, mind-blowing kiss.
I remember what he said about Patten’s rules so try to lighten the moment. “The codpiece might’ve been a bit much.”
“Wasn’t wearin’ one.”
“Were, too.”No one is that big.
“Swear to God. It was all me.” Footsteps sound in the dark, he grabs my hand and places it on his warm hard flesh.
Holy shit, I have hold of his cock.Quickly, I pull away, glad he can’t see my heated face.
The damn man chuckles. “Shouldn’t insult a man’s prick. Hardly seems polite. Sweet dreams, Callie.”
The door shuts, leaving me alone with my hand and my swollen clit. Even after I take care of the ache, I can’t sleep and it’s no wonder. Twice, someone broke into my apartment but why? Other than those earrings, I own nothing of value and despite what the bodyguards implied, I’ve never done anything illegal.
I toss and turn until about five then decide I’ve struggled enough. I might as well make a strong pot of coffee and work on my thesis.
Padding down the hall in my bare feet, I catch a few words of Lochlan’s quiet whispers.
He’s in the living room with a cell phone to his ear. “Bloody hell, I’m not stickin’ my pickle in her jar. What kind of bangah you take me for? I’m a fookin’ professional. Yeah? Well, fook you, too.”
Laughing, he walks into the kitchen and pours a cup of coffee. “Nah. She’s still sleepin’. I scared the shit out of her last night by droppin’ my drawers... Huh? I bloody well did. She insulted me manhood. Wha? Nah yeah. She won’t press charges. I think she likes me.”
He doesn’t see me slip into the kitchen behind him, open the fridge, and get a couple ice cubes. As I hug him from behind, he leans back and gives me the perfect angle. I pull open his sweats and drop the ice down the front.
I laugh out loud while he jumps around like a kangaroo. “Crikes! What was that for?”
“Being an arrogant dick.”Or maybe for just having one.I try to emulate his accent. “No worries, mate. It’s all goodonya.”
His eyes narrow. “I was just messin’ with my mates. Doesn’t mean shit how I feel about you.”
“We just met. You can’t possiblyfeelanything.” Perhaps I sound a bit petulant but cut myself some slack. I slept like crap and can’t get him out of my head. Now, he’s making fun of me.
He growls. “I could get you to take that back but Grayson has hard and fast rules. No sheilas on the job. It could get me killed or worse.”
He puts his phone back to his ear. “Yeah, I know, boss. I’ll call you right back.”
After he hangs up, he narrows his gaze but I’m ready for a fight and cross my arms. “Worse than getting killed? Exactly what would that be?”
“My reputation. I can’t meet my maker knowin’ my mates think I can’t keep my junk covered when I’m guardin’ a beautiful sheila.”
Wait a minute? He thinks I’m beautiful?
“I guess I looked okay last night.” His stupid call has me fishing shamelessly for a compliment.
“Nah. You had on too much face paint, false hair, that kind of shit.”
My heart sinks and tears well.
