“Come with me.” I blink a few times as he observes me. “What a filthy mind you have. To the event, I mean.”
Growling, I quickly return the bottle to the fridge, only to immediately walk to the other side of the kitchen to reach up into a cupboard for a bottle of vodka. This conversation is taking a turn.
Opening the bottle, I don’t even bother with a glass, and opt for taking a swig. Keats stands there, not having flinched an inch, and patiently watches me, expecting an answer.
“I can reward you with an orgasm or two if you insist. I might even find a leash if you are a good girl.”
That stoic confidence laced with humor isn’t exactly a turn-off.
Wiggling my finger side to side in the air, I feel my body boiling, and I’m not sure if it’s annoyance or… excitement.
“That’s not what we are doing.” My eyes slide to the side with my jaw joining the ride and return to see that Keats’s neutral face remains, not quite believing me.
“When is this thing?” I’ll humor us all with investigation.
He smiles brightly. “Next Thursday. Any dress will do.”
“Can I still make your life hell?”
Keats stands, satisfied. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”
My chin lifts as I study him and internally debate his request. “This is a crazy idea. You know that, right?”
He strides my way with swagger. “It’s the safest idea. We both want to throttle one another, therefore, no messy expectations.”
“Doesn’t this mean I have to pretend to actually tolerate you?”
He hooks his damn finger and slides it along me cheek. That caress, his touch, it sends pulses in all directions within me. “You were not the best actress the other weekend at the murder mystery…” Keats wobbles his head side to side. “But I’m sure you have the performance of a lifetime within you. Hell, we could even role play after if that’s your thing.”
He comes closer to me with one step. With purpose, he tucks my hair behind my shoulder and brings his mouth to my ear, no touch except his warm breath on my skin, sending ripples through my body. My nipples tighten, and if I’m not careful, I’ll be the one to rip his shirt off and climb him like a tree.
“If I do this, then I hope you can keep your hard dick under the radar when in public. I would hate to be embarrassed.”
I’m reluctant. I’m reluctant. Keep chanting it. Reluctance means it’s a bad idea. Go with instinct, Esme.
His rumble isn’t helping, nor is his teeth scraping once against my earlobe. “I have control. You know that,” he rasps.
It’s barreling up within me. Too fast. “Fine,” I say tightly. “I’ll do it.”
Keats steps away with accomplishment and even swipes my hair back to my front. “So agreeable.”
I rub my temples. “I’m already regretting this. You owe me new panties because I’ve already lost two because of you,and no.” I hold my palm up to him. “There will not be any more.”
He crosses his arms and now looks serious. “What if there is a sale at the store and you can get three?”
“No.” My answer is hard.
“What if I accidentally buy three?” he volleys.
“No,” I repeat, and I fold my arms over my cleavage which only perks my breasts up.
“And if your entire underwear drawer goes missing?” He’s riling me, and it’s working.
I gawk at him. “For someone who went to law school, you are not very smart. Hypothetically if my drawer goes missing then I won’t wear anything under my clothes. I’m not sure your little mind and dick could handle that.”
His low chuckle reminds me he is the devil. “This is when I would point out in cross examination that you’ve already experienced my cock, and since you were so full of it, then to call it small is a lie. Further, you get completely drenched for me. Running-down-your-thighs soaking. To go without panties wouldn’t be a good idea.”
“Your concern is so authentic,” I reply in my cynical tone.
