“I still feel that way, Battle,” I said heatedly.
“More of your American eloquence, I can confirm we do dig you.”
That would be funny, hearing him say those words in his posh accent, if I wasn’t nurturing a temper tantrum.
It was also very sweet to have confirmed, however, I was nurturing a temper tantrum.
“My sisters enjoy having you there,” he continued. “And it would be very hard for me to guide what’s happening between us if you’re off in a cottage by the sea.”
One could say the time was ripe.
So I took a bite.
“Okay, let’s get into that. What’s happening between us?”
“I very much want to fuck my sister’s best friend. I also enjoy her company. So I’m balancing the high wire of seducing my sister’s best friend in a way that won’t affect her relationship with my sister at the same time I’ll eventually get to fuck her, thoroughly and abundantly, whilst enjoying her company in bed and elsewhere.”
He was such a fucking tease.
“Okay, I’m at one with that plan.”
“I know.”
And so damned arrogant.
“Maybe we can talk to Prue?” I suggested.
“I doubt Prue has that first issue with it. She wants me happy. She wants you happy. And I’m happy when I’m with you.”
Oh God.
He put that right out there.
Right out there!
That didn’t make my stomach pitch.
It made it melt.
“However, we must tread cautiously,” he finished.
“Battle—”
“So you’re staying at The Downs.”
Oh my God!
“You can’t alternately sweet and sexy talk me into getting your way.”
“I was afraid of that,” he muttered.
“Okay, we’ve proved we can compromise. So I’ll pay you the rent I would have paid Mr. Atkins.”
“Out of the question,” he growled immediately.
“Battle—”
“I won’t give that comment the respect even to discuss it,” he stated.
