His amusement only grows. “That’s… quite a creative list.”
“I’m creative.”
“And definitely dangerous.”
“Oh, you’re in for such a surprise, trust me.”
“Does it come with a little bow tied around it? Your surprise.”
What?
What is he…
My whiskey-doused brain finally catches up when I notice where his wolf eyes are.
They are on my stomach, my waist, and I finally get what he’s talking about.
My dress has a bow wrapped around the waist and in his usual style, he’s commenting on it. Because that’s what he does. He comments on my dresses.
And holy crap.
I realize something else too.
I’m wearing white, his favorite color.
And he’s looking at it like it’s his favorite thing ever. Especially that green bow and the lacy ruffled hem that’s grazing my bare thighs.
“No, it comes with long nails and sharp teeth,” I tell him with a sweet smile and a chirpy voice.
He lifts his eyes then. “Well then, I’ll be over here, sitting on the edge of my seat, waiting to unwrap it.”
Ugh.
Of course.
Of course he’d say that.Of coursehe’d twist my words and turn them into something dirty and seductive. Something that would make me blush and squirm.
And like the idiot I am, Iamblushing.
What is wrong with me?
“As much as I’m enjoying talking to you,” I say with my chin raised, “I don’t have time for this. So let’s do it.”
He looks at me for a few beats before repeating my words flatly. “Let’s do it.”
I widen my stance, shift on my feet like a fighter, getting ready to throw punches. “Yeah. Let’s do this thing so you can leave me alone.”
The sooner he does what he came here to do – which if history is any indication, is probably to ruffle my feathers and make me uncomfortable with dirty innuendos – the sooner I can move on from this awful, terrible coincidence of seeing him again.
Because itisa coincidence, isn’t it?
Him being here, at the same bar, at the same time.
Reed notices my stance and asks in a low voice, “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Come on. I’m ready.”
“Okay.” He nods, his eyes hooded. “Where do you want it?”
