Dickface.
Shane made a humming noise. "So I can't try—"
"Shut the fuck up, man," Dex groaned.
"Dude. You can't tell me you haven't thought about hittin' that."
Oh God. Was I mad or annoyed? I should feel insulted or pissed that I was being objectified, but strangely, I think I was more annoyed than anything else.
Dex's answer only fueled the part of me that was pissed off. Completely overshadowing my annoyance. "Why would I?"
And here I thought we were sort-offriends. Jerk. Slimy, moody, tiny balls. Weren't recluse spiders common in Texas? Maybe I could—
"I think we're talking too loud," Shane stated.
There was a short pause before Dex stated evenly in the same volume, “Ritz.“
I ignored him, focusing at the thought of finding a spider to bite his precious arm.
Here was this man I thought was beautiful, nearly perfect on the outside, hotter than a light bulb that had been left on all day—a bit of a dick but whatever. And he didn’t even find me attractive enough to be polite when referring to my looks. Not even a little and it made my sternum burn.
"Ritz."
Dick.
"Iris," he said that time.
I looked over my shoulder at his chin, clenching my jaw. Dick. "Yes?"
Dex waved me forward with a flick of his tattooed fingers. “Babe, come here.”
I didn’t.
“Iris, come here.”
"I'm fine over here, Char-lee," I told him. Was I trying to piss him off by calling him that? Probably.
I could see Dex shake his head in Shane’s direction before splitting the distance between us. His gaze dropped to my eye level as he rolled my chair away from Slim's vicinity for me to face him. Dex's hand reached out to tip my face. I looked up at the rafters.
"No." He pressed his fingers deep into the skin under my chin.
Touchy-feely Dex?Okay.
"No what?" I blurted out the question like a moron.
He made some sort of disapproving noise in the back of his throat. "I hate it when you look away," Dex murmured. "Quit it."
I widened my eyes but still didn't listen to him.
“Look at me," he insisted. "You pissed again?” he asked in a low voice meant only for me.
There was absolutely no hesitation in my answer. “Yes.”
He groaned. "Babe, fuckin' look at me. I like your wounded deer eyes."
Dick. I shrugged.
Dex slid his thumb down to replace the two fingers beneath my chin, and then swept it across the line of my jaw to nearly my ear. "Please."
