Humming to myself, I carried the bag to the fridge and found a place for it on a shelf.
I smiled as I shut the fridge door. Despite the silence between us, I’d enjoyed my meal with Daniel. Mostly because of the delicious food and Remi’s shameless flirting. I’d also enjoyed needling him by paying for the meal before he could. If a look could kill, I would have been incinerated on the spot.
When I turned away from the fridge, I gasped and tripped back against the chilly stainless steel. Daniel stood inches from me, his eyes glowing faintly.
“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
While I wasn’t completely drunk, I was definitely buzzed, so I didn’t catch the subtext of his question.
I grinned. “Yes. I could eat there all the time for the rest of my life. The food isamazing.”
Daniel cocked his head, his eyes pinning me to the spot. Suddenly, I was very much aware that he was a predator and that humans were his prey. And I was the only human here.
“Did Remi’s flirting make the food taste better?” he asked. He leaned toward me a half inch but, somehow, it felt like a threat.
I shrugged. “Not really. But it was fun to have someone to talk to. Especially since you were a Debbie Downer all night.”
His brows came together as he glared down at me. “Debbie Downer?”
The alcohol had loosened my tongue, and maybe addled my brain a bit. “Oh, yeah. You’re pretty old. Debbie Downer means you killed the mood. Party pooper. Giver of bad vibes.”
His eyes flared brighter. “Iknowwhat it means,” he snarled.
“Okay,” I replied with another shrug, skirting around him. I was tired and he was still irritating me. Time to walk away.
His hand snagged my wrist and turned me, but I jerked away before he could pull me closer.
“Why are you behaving this way?” he asked, sounding both angry and bewildered.
Why? Really? He wanted to know why?
Well, I would sure as hell tell him.
I stalked toward him, feeling my ire and sexual frustration rise.
“I’m treating you like you treat me, Daniel,” I replied.
To my shock, he took a step back. Then another. Until it was his back against the fridge.
I didn’t stop. Now, I was good and mad. And fucking horny.
And maybe a little drunk.
I leaned into him, my breasts brushing his chest. “Hot and cold. It’s always hot and cold with you. Well, how does it feel to be on the receiving end?”
The glow in his irises banked, but a fire of a different sort flared.
He licked his lips, and I tried not to stare at his mouth but it was difficult considering that the alcohol was coursing through my system, giving me all sorts of bad ideas. Or pulling them to the forefront anyway.
“I’m doing what’s best,” he answered, his voice soft.
“Best for who?” I asked. “Me? Or you?”
I leaned in closer, pressing my body against his from shoulder to thigh. My hands went to his belt to steady myself because I wasn’t as balanced as I thought. Heat poured off him despite the chill in the house.
“Or are you just scared?” I whispered, my mouth inches from his.
I didn’t wait for his answer before I rolled my hips against his and felt how hard he was.
