“Because of you, I have a sore pussy and ass.”
“Next time, you’ll think twice about lying. I’m hoping you don’t, because I do so love to abuse your delectable body.”
“You don’t walk away unscathed.” She looks pointedly at the teeth marks on my forearm.
“Oh, that’s nothing.” I shrug. “I barely felt it.”
“Well, the next time I’ll be sure to take a great big chunk out of you.”
“See, you’re already thinking negatively. You must be planning on breaking the rules again.”
“One day I’ll get the best of you.”
I laugh. Damn, I admire her spirit. “You can try. Get in the shower. We have to go.”
“What exactly will I be wearing since you destroyed my shirt and bra?” she deadpans.
“Go look in the closet.”
She dramatically inches off the bed.
I laugh at her antics. “It looks like you’re in critical condition. Maybe we should stop by the hospital.”
“Kiss my ass.” She walks towards the closet, rubbing her red behind.
“Bring it back over here and I’ll lick it too.”
“There’s no way I’ll be able to sit down today without a bag of ice taped to my ass,” she says, opening the closet door. “Oh my God.”
“Do you like what you see?”
She looks at me with eyes large as saucers. “This closet is the same size as my apartment.”
“Go inside and explore.”
“I’m assuming you didn’t choose these clothes yourself,” she calls out to me.
“Nope, I hired a stylist.”
She comes out with a white G-string hanging from the tip of her index finger. “There’s a drawer full of these. I wonder why.” She arches an eyebrow.
“Well, knowing how much you like them, I made sure you had at least five hundred pairs.” I offer her a Cheshire smile.
“Five hundred?”
“I overexaggerated a little. It’s actually four hundred and ninety-eight pairs,” I joke.
She chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re like this.”
My mood changes instantly. She makes me forget her deceit so easily. Alarm registers on her face when I leap from the bed and converge on her.
I push her, causing her to fall onto the settee in the middle of the closet. “Get dressed and be downstairs in ten minutes.”
“No, I’m taking a shower first,” she says, glaring at me in defiance.
“Are you ready for another battle so soon, little girl?” I walk up to her and reach my hand behind her to run my fingertips along her bruised ass. “You barely survived this one.”
“You confuse me, Art.” She places a soft kiss on my neck. “I’m tired of the cat-and-mouse game between us, aren’t you?” Her russet-colored eyes search mine, expecting to find something that isn’t there.
