He was trying to intimidate me.
I was so done with this dance, I wasn’t about to beintimidated.
“Why not?That’s what you are, aren’t you?You don’t evenask to see him.”
“I don’t exist for him.”
“You’re standing right here.”
“I don’t exist for you either.”
“My couch and car and bank account says different.”
“You’re not gonna want, and neither is he.”
“Well, rest assured, you aren’t falling down on that job.It’s just other jobs you aren’t up for.”
I saw the anger flare in his eyes.It was intense, burning.
But that didn’t intimidate me either.
“What jobs you want me to see to, Malia?”
“How long you got?”I asked.“Because I have a list and youmight want to take notes.”
His voice got warm, sexy…lewd.“Like you said,baby, I’m right here.What you need?”
And now he was trying to be an a-hole.
I wasn’t buying that either.
But he wanted to play with fire, we’d see who’d get burned.
“I haven’t had a man touch me since I was sixteen, you couldtake care of that.”
Another flare in his eyes, surprise.
And something else.
Something deep.
Possessive.
Hungry.
Okay, dang.
It was me about to be burned.
It would turn out I was right.I just had no idea how much Iwould love dancing in that fire.
His arms closed around me, and his mouth slammed down onmine, and I should have stopped it.If he was going to hang around, we had somuch more to talk about.
I didn’t stop it.
He kissed me, and more fool me, I kissed him back.
Three years since we kissed.
