“No chance. Do a slow spin for me.” He whirls his finger around, and like he’s the puppet master I’m twirling in an instant. “I’m thinking something green today. And I’ll pack a bag for you while I do, okay?”
“Green huh? Off you go then. I need to hurry, Kai, I can’t be late.”
“I know,” he offers before he disappears, returning with almost my whole lingerie drawer contents by the looks of it and the biggest overnight bag I own. And a black pen. He bites the lid off, and squats down, writing something on my leg, right over the puckered skin of the bite from my attack.
“What’s that for?” I mumble.
“Duh. Rohi, I didn’t ruin your fucking intelligence, just your pussy…” He chuckles, holding my leg up so I can see what he’s done. Kairo, in block letters isn’t very original, but holy crap it does more for my recovery than years of therapy have.
Setting my leg back down, he presses kisses over each of the letters before standing up and looking overly happy. “Now you’ve got my name on you too.” He digs through all my lingerie before passing over my cherry red panty and bra set.
“Put them on, I’ll be back.” He smiles again and before I can argue he’s back inside my closet.
He returns with an emerald-green dress that he holds up in front of me and gives a long-drawn-out whistle and nods his head, handing it over. Leaving me to dress, he disappears into my bathroom this time. I hear him rummaging around and should be concerned but him acting like this is not the craziest thing to happen over the last few hours.
“Heidi, so you know the auction…” He calls out.
“Yeah. Not hard to forget about it.”
“We didn’t really talk because, well… we kind of had way better things to do, but how pissed are you going to be if I tell you it was me, my pack, that won it?”
I stop dressing and start gaping like a fish out of water.
Kai laughs though and comes over and kisses me again. “I wanted to tell you last night, I was going to. Trust me. I was going to. We got interrupted, and then like I said before, we had other things that seemed more important.”
“Kind of important, Kai!”
“It was at the time too.”
“Hey?”
“There was nothing on earth that would have stopped me winning that auction.”
“Kai! You get I’m feeling a smidge fucking blindsided about now?!?”
He doesn’t say a word or move a muscle. Except I want answers.
Of course, it’s at that exact moment that the bitches I live with use the master key and unlock my door, bursting in.
Sim screams. The noise cuts through the tension between Kai and me, but it brings a new tension.
Tristan slaps her hand over Sim’s mouth. “Ho! There is a nearly naked man in your room!”
“No shit!” I scream back at her.
“We have been calling and texting you for fucking hours!” Tristan says, her eyes bugging wide.
“I was kind of busy!” I yell back.
“No shit! Good busy by the looks too, Ho.” Tristan’s eyes jump straight over to Kai. “You look pretty okay not behind a bar… and I mean that in the most offensive and inappropriate way possible. Far out, you are one ugly mofo!”
“Tristan, I love you like a sister, but I swear to god I will pluck your eyeballs from your head unless you shut them this instant!” And this time I really do scream dramatically.
“Pretty Girl, are you getting all territorial on me?” Kai asks; his tone is one of complete shock and awe.
“What if I am, Kairo? What if I fucking am? Put some damn clothes on and tell the girls what you just told me!”
I probably should take a photo of how absolutely hilarious everyone looks as they stand there with their mouths hanging open and their eyes as large as saucers, but I’m still dealing with Kai’s revelation. Or maybe what I’m dealing with is the fact my thoughts have completely skimmed over all the warnings and instead of freaking out I’m basking in the knowledge that I get to spend an entire weekend away with him, and there’s literally nothing the Board can do to stop me. Because everyone knows a pack that bids on any auction is registered.
