Pledge allegiance to your hands
Your team, your vibes…”
My brows rose when her dancing became more apparent. Simple yet classy.
“...Don’t care where the hell you been
‘Cause now you’re mine
It’s ‘bout to be the sleepless night
You’ve been dreaming of
The fate of Ophelia….”
The second her voice trailed off, I chipped in, startling her.
“Someone’s in a good mood.”
“Jesus Christ!” She leaped in fear, her hands flying to her chest as if to shield her breasts from me. “Where’d you come from? Don’t you know how to knock?!” The words rushed out in a frantic rush. “How long have you been sitting there?”
I hesitated, captivated by her beauty, even in shock. “Which one should I answer first?” I asked, teasing her about how she hit me with three questions at once.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, then adjusted the folds of her towel, securing them. “You know, it’s creepy sneaking up on people like that.”
“It’s not if it’s your own house.”
“Of course you’d say that,” she mumbled under her breath and then walked toward her vanity. “I hope you were entertained.” The sarcasm in her tone couldn’t be more glaring.
“It was…quite the show.”
She lifted her head and met my gaze in the mirror in front of her. “What do you want?”
“What makes you think I want something?”
“I’m sure there aren’t fewer than thirty rooms in this mansion,” she answered, her voice flat. “Yet of all the rooms you could’ve skulked around in, you chose mine.”
“I have an event to attend this evening.” I rose to my feet, fingers toiling with my cufflinks. “And you’re coming with me.”
She raised her brows, then turned around to face me. “I don’t like your tone.”
“Do I look like I give a shit?”
“No, actually,” she answered. “Monsters usually don’t.”
Monster? I’d been called worse before.
I scoffed and approached her with quiet, menacing steps, my eyes boring into hers. She stared back at me, her arms folded across her chest. The scent of shampoo and conditioner drifted into my nostrils as I stood inches away from her, one hand buried in my pocket.
“Am I going as your plus-one?” she asked. “Or as your prisoner?”
My eyes roamed her body while I kept a blank expression. I hated how my cock twitched in my pants, as if it had a mind of its own. At this point, I could only hope she didn’t see through my mask; it would be embarrassing.
Staring at her gorgeous, sexy body was a subtle form of torture I wasn’t ready for.
“Be ready in two hours,” I said, my voice cold and flat.
With that, I turned around and walked away, my pride and dignity still intact. She protested as I headed toward the door, ranting about how much she hated my arrogance and lack of respect. I paid no attention to her, even when she blurted out that she had nothing to wear to the event.
