But he doesn’t set foot in the cell. Instead, he just looks at me curiously.
“Come,” he says solidly. It’s not a question or a request. It’s a command.
I growl at him. “You are not the boss of me.”
He snickers, pushing away from the door.
“Suit yourself, then,” he says, walking away.
“Hey!” I call out. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Without thinking, I take a step forward.
He doesn’t answer me, just gives me his back.
“Gage!” I bite out, taking another step. “I’m talking to you, asshole!” I yell, but he doesn’t turn around. My feet pick up the pace, and I run, catching up to him just as he approaches the exit. I don’t think twice about grabbing him by the arm and pulling him. He turns around, his eyes alight with surprise and interest, and it’s only a fraction of a moment before I see the glaze of mischief in his gaze.
He pushes me back against the door frame, cocking his head to the side.
“I thought perhaps we could go for a little stroll,” he says. “A tour, maybe.”
I’m acutely aware of the weight of his body pressed against mine. His sweet, sticky bourbon scent blankets me, and I have to fight the moan. My body flushes with heat.
“Is that such a good idea?” I ask.
Gage smirks. “Well, perhaps we both could use a…distraction.”
A distraction.
That sounds more than dangerous, but when I look up at Gage and see the warmth in his gaze, I settle, if only a fraction.
“And then, if you behave—” he says, licking his lips. “You will be rewarded.”
I scoff, wanting to look away from him.
“I don’t need your rewards, Gage,” I nip. “I don’t need you for shit.”
He laughs. “Oh, I think you’ll like this reward,” he says, and with that, he pushes off of me and opens the door. He holds it open, his gaze catching mine as I try to catch my breath and remember how to breathe. My pussy is already throbbing, desperate to feel his weight on top of us.
I know what he’s doing, and part of me wants to protest. Argue. Defy him.
But there’s also a part of me that’s more than curious, and that’s the part that wins out.
Diego brought me out earlier to the kitchen. I hadn’t seen much other than the long stretch of hallway, enough to know this place is pretty big. Though I don’t know what reason Gage would have to show me around if I’m going to be leaving. If he plans on returning me to myrightfulowners.
Which I’m sure is what he was discussing with Diego.
Still, I find myself walking through the door after him. I’m surprised he doesn’t cuff me. Instead, he lets me follow, and something about that feels strangely soothing and settling.
“Diego showed you the kitchen already, I take it,” he says with a smirk, and I catch up to his side.
“How do you know that?” I ask.
“There’s nothing that happens in this compound, Auryn, that Idon’tknow about.”
The darkness and thickness of his voice tells me all I need to know, and suddenly I feel even more on the spot than when he found me and Emmett at one another’s throat.
I scoff. “So, privacy doesn’t exist here, either.”
