He shoots off his chair and scurries out of the bar with his tail between his legs like a little bitch while his two buddies sit there shell shocked.
“That means you too. Fuck off,” I tell them, and they disappear out the bar like their asses are on fire.
“I—I need to clean this up,” Kaia says, looking down at the broken shards of glass on the floor.
Before she can make her escape, I take her elbow in my grip, forcing her stop and look at me. “You good?”
She nods stiffly, averting her eyes. “Thank you.”
I release her arm and she hurries away like she can’t get away fast enough and I’m getting the feeling she’s a little embarrassed by the whole situation.
There was no motive in my actions other than to get rid of that asshole who dared to touch her without her consent, but it gives me an opportunity.
A way in.
A tiny crack in the walls she’s build around herself opening up enough for me to slip inside.
I drop to a crouch, collecting the bigger pieces of broken glass in my palm.
Kaia returns a minute later armed with a dustpan and brush. She drops to her knees beside me and begins sweeping up the glass. “What did he mean when he said I was yours?”
I shrug. “You’re Sof’s friend, and seeing as how you work here now, that makes you one of us.”
“I’m honoured.” I don’t miss the sarcastic undertones inher words, and it makes me smile.
I drop the pieces of glass I’ve picked up into the dustpan. “Seems you’re in my debt.”
She drops the dustpan and brush and faces me. “And I’m gonna hazard a guess that you want me to express my gratitude with sexual favours, right?”
“You know me so well,” I grin.
“And you clearly don’t know me at all. It takes more than a motorcycle and a pretty smile for me to drop my panties.”
A grin spreads across my face. “You think I’ve got a pretty smile? I’ll take that.”
“I wouldn’t read anything into it, it’s just an expression,” she says, returning to sweep up the glass.
“Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me, doesn’t it? I’m actually gonna have to work for this one.”
“I’ve been wondering if all of the rumours about you were true. Do women usually just fall into bed with you no effort required?”
“Usually.”
“Well, as I said last night, don’t bother. You’re not my type.”
“Babe, I’m everyone’s type.”
My dick twitches with the need to prove to this girl that I am very much her type. I’ve seen her checking me out once or twice, the way her eyes sweep over me, drinking me in. Whether she realises she’s doing it or not, it’s clear she definitely feelssomething,even if most of what she feels towards me is hatred.
I bet a million dollars if I was to slip a hand into her panties, my fingers would come out soaked.
“You know, if this is the famous panty-melting KillianHunt charm I’ve heard so much about, it’s not surprising your women only last for one night.”
My eyes snag on the tiny silver butterfly hanging from her neck that sparkles in lights. Without thinking, I reach for it, hooking a finger under the chain. “Well, that’s just the way I like it, butterfly.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snaps, slapping my hand away.
“What? Just admiring your necklace.”
