I smiled sweetly. "Funny, I was going to say the same about you."
"Oh yeah?" One side of his mouth lifted up. "Are you going to kill me, little butterfly?"
Butterfly? It was better than bitch, I supposed.
"Only if you push me too far," I told him.
He snorted. "Have you ever killed someone?"
"Not yet," I said. "But you might be a good place to start. You know what they say, your first time is always the most memorable."
He looked me up and down, clearly not thinking about killing.
"I'd like to see you try," he sneered.
"Be careful. She might accept that challenge," Forrest said. "In case you hadn't noticed, Sable is feisty."
"I've never been called feisty before," I said, liking the way the word sounded.
"Feisty and tasty," Leif said, licking his lips.
"I would have said bratty," Woody said. "You know, the kind who needs her ass smacked."
"Are you offering?" I asked without thinking.
Great, now that was exactly what was in my head. Him smacking my ass with his hand or with a paddle. Maybe a flogger. My panties were ruined again.
Asshole.
"Don't threaten me with a good time. Now don't we have someone to deal with?" I pressed my hands to my hips, hoping I looked like some kind of badass.
"Wedo," Woody said. "Maybe you should go and have your nails done or something."
I glared at him. "I only had them done the other day—" I stopped. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of me.
"I'm in this with the rest of you," I finished.
Woody glanced at Forrest, questioningly.
"She's coming too," Forrest said.
Woody sighed. "Fine, but if she gets in the way, I'll kill her myself."
"You will not kill her," Forrest said firmly. He turned to me and said, "If at any point you feel like backing out, you can. No one's going to judge you."
"I will," Woody said.
I flipped him off. "Are you always such a prick?"
He looked thoughtful. "Yes. Yes, I am."
"Don't listen to him. He's a big softie underneath that dickhead exterior," Leif whispered loudly. "He wears purple socks with bunnies on them."
"I fucking do not," Woody snarled. After a moment he added, "They're yellow."
"He's not denying the bunnies," Leif pointed out.
"Fuck off," Woody said. "Let's deal with this motherfucker and get out of here."
