“You’re lucky I’m a gentleman,” he teased.
Chapter fourteen
Can’t Fight This
Cole
“Well, that was unexpected,” Andrew said as the front door shut.
Where was she going? She couldn’t go far. Couldn’t leave the estate without my knowing; the guards at the entrance would inform me if she tried to walk through the gates.
“Colette?” Andrew said, and I hated how he used my full name. I turned to him. “Were you ever going to tell me about this?” he asked.
“There isn’t much to tell,” I answered.
He looked at me sternly. Anyone else in any other situation treating me like a misbehaved child would have surely ended violently for one or both of us. Politics. I couldn’t stand politics, and my life had become nothing but.
“I picked her up about a week ago,” I answered.
“Like a lost dog on the side of the road?” he asked.
“We aren’t married yet. It was business,” I said. Reminding him that he wasn’t privy to all of Sandstorm’s dealings quite yet.
“Is it just business?” he asked.
I raised my eyebrow. He could come out and ask his questions like an alpha instead of beating around the bush.
“She smelled of you,” he accused.
“She’s living in my home,” I answered.
“She had clear bite marks on her throat,” he continued.
I groaned and sat down.
“Ask what you really want to ask, Andrew,” I instructed.
He set his coffee on the mantel above the fireplace and sat on the opposite couch.
“Are you fucking her?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
Andrew growled.
“Are you trying to embarrass me?” he asked.
I smiled. I liked his irritation, liked watching him worry over his reputation.
“She’s an omega living in my home,” I said flippantly. “I have needs. Are you telling me you’ve kept yourself chaste from me, Andrew? You haven’t wet your dick since our engagement?” I asked.
He frowned.
“That’s not the same—” he began.
I laughed, interrupting him.
“Why isn’t it the same?” I asked, amused. “Because you’re a man?”
