Orion crossed his arms and studied me.
“He’s my friend, nothing more,” I said, mimicking his stance.
“I know.”
“Then why are you all stabby?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t like walking into a room and finding my woman in another man’s arms.”
“Well, don’t be a douche and it won’t happen.”
“Baby, I wasn’t trying to be a douche.”
“And?”
“And, what?” he asked.
“I’m sorry for acting like a douche, even though I wasn’t trying to be one,” I prompted, waving my hand in a circle.
He grinned. “I appreciate your apology, but for the record, I would never call you a douche.”
I threw my hands in the air and walked out of the room. I just couldn’t deal with him being a dick, however, I didn’t get far. Strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind and I was pulled up against Orion’s chest. “Stop, Frazzle. I’m just messin’ with you.”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“Yeah, I’m pickin’ up on that.” He turned me to face him and cupped my cheek. “Talk to me.”
“I’m afraid this is never going to work.”
“Why, baby?”
“Because I can’t be what you need,” I whispered.
“Jesus Christ, how did we get here?”
“I’m mouthy, Orion, in case you haven’t noticed, and I’m not good at keeping my opinions to myself.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“Bullshit,” I hissed.
“Baby, I’m not. I love all of your opinions.”
“When they’re voiced in private.”
He sighed. “I’m just asking that maybe you take it easy on me in front of my brothers. At least, when it’s on a serious note. When I’m with my club, everything’s amplified. Fighting, fucking—”
“You fuck your brothers?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes. “My club watches me closer than most. You know I’m expected to take over when Dad decides to give up his patch.”
“Oh, I’m aware,” I ground out.
“So, can you give me a break?”
“Can you pull the rod from your ass for five minutes?”
“I can try.”
