“I knowthatsmile.” Fi shoots me a knowing look as she sits on the other side of the bar, swirling her straw around her drink.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Only a girl sending a naughty text wearsthatgrin, I should know. You’re sexting him aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” I reply coyly, justas my phone pings with a message.
I stifle a laugh before typing.
“If that’s Kill texting you, tell him to get back to his job so my employee can get back to hers,” Jett says, appearing from nowhere with a smirk and my cheeks flame hotter.
I jump, shoving my phone into the pocket of my dress. “Sorry.”
He leans on the bar beside me. “So, what’re you two troublemakers up to later? A girls’ night in watching Twilight or some equally cheesy chick movie.”
“Oh, Kaia’s not been staying with me. She’s been staying with Kill,” Fi informs him.
His brows raise as his eyes slide to me. “You’ve been staying with Kill?”
I nod. “Yeah. Fi offered to put me up for a few nights but he insisted I stay with him.”
“Wow that’s…Wow,” he says.
I shrug. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Oh, it is, babe.” Fi gives me a wink.
“He’s breaking a lot of his rules for you. It’s…new.” Jett chooses the last word carefully and I force myself not to read too much into it.
It’s true, I’m the first woman Killian has kissed in years, he allows me on the back of his bike and in hishouse. These things are important to him, they’re boundaries he’s allowing me to cross and it feels good to know he trusts me.
Jett heads off to serve the customer who’s just walked in.
“You really like him, don’t you?” Fi quizzes.
I chew on my bottom lip as my cheeks heat. “Yeah, I do.”
I have no idea what my future holds, and whether that future includes Killian is another matter. I hope it does, because I know without a doubt in my mind I’m falling in love with Killian Hunt.
It’s a little after eight when Killian arrives at the bar. I feel him before I see him. The air seems to shift the second his boots cross the threshold and my heart skips a beat when his gaze drifts my way, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Usual?” I ask when he reaches the bar.
“Please.”
I pull an ice cold beer from the fridge below me and pop off the lid, sliding it across the bar to him. “How did the dead grandma tattoo go with your little…predicament?”
He takes a swig of his beer. “Nothing like tattooing a dead grandma to kill a boner, but that fucking photo of you in my kutte will be ingrained in my mind forever.”
“So it had the effect I was going for.” I don’t even try hiding the satisfaction I have from knowing the photo of me has driven him crazy all day.
“You’re abadgirl, butterfly. Think I’m gonna have to dish out those spankings after all.”
I giggle softly. “You say it like it’s a punishment. How do you know I won’t enjoy it?”
“I’m sure you would, but first I need you wearing my kuttewhile you ride my dick.”
His eyes sparkle with lust, and I’m sure it’s reflected in my own, the mental image has me squeezing my thighs together to quell the ache building there.
