“Kind of,” Koby says, chewing a big bite, unfazed by the discussion. “I doubt the eye will work, but the fingerprints should still register.”
“Good morning,” Hailey’s small voice sounds behind me, sending a thrill through my system.
I haven’t stopped thinking about her naked body since she ambushed me in the shower.
One look at her has the blood in my veins turning so hot it’s fucking scorching. She stands three steps from the bottom of the stairs, her big, rested eyes jumping between us. A hint of triumph shines in those blues when she catches me ogling my way down her body.
She’s in a fucking night dress, pinching the hem between her fingers, and accidentally rolling it up so high it’s a miracle I can’t see the blonde strip of hair between her legs.
“Heads down,” I clip at my men, jumping to my feet. “Upstairs, Hailey. Rightnow.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re not dressed,” I grind out, hurdling two steps to cover her from Ryder, Koby, and Broadway’s view. “You don’t leave your room unless you’re dressed.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her perky boobs up and closer together, the valley between them reduced to less than half an inch.
“You don’t get a say in what I’m allowed to wear. I’ll come downstairs naked if I want to.”
She wouldn’t. It’s not in her nature, but she knows saying that will piss me off and she’s been trying to force my hand since day one. I lost count of how many times she rolled her eyes at me, knowing damn well how feral it makes me.
She’s trying every trick in the book, hoping I’ll snap and give in, but she’s taken it too fucking far.
“Getdressed,” I grit out, towering above her despite standing one step lower. “It’s not a request, pretty girl.”
She scoffs, defiance painting her face. “Orwhat?”
If I could, I’d make her pay for this. She’d fucking beg for an orgasm, and I’d deny her. She knows how territorial I am about her body. That it drives me crazy to think about anyone even hearing her moans, so she must know there’s no way I’d let anyone see her in a fucking night dress.
“Or I’ll fling you over my shoulder and dress you myself.”
With her stare never leaving mine, she tips her chin up, eyes full of challenge. “I dareyou.”
God, that fucking defiance turns me on almost as much as her rolling those gorgeous blues. She’sperfect... and cruel, readily offering her body but guarding her heart.
“Get. Dressed,” I seethe, spinning her around and pushing her up a step.
She rolls her eyes again, and my cock notices, swelling further, my balls permanently blue. I still don’t understand why that move affects me so much I can barely keep my hands off her. There’s no rational explanation, but I’m not about to get hung up on thewhywhile she’s climbing up the stairs without any underwear.
Knowing my men, their eyes are firmly on their breakfast—probably snickering away. But even without them looking, it drives me livid that Hailey had the fucking audacity to risk flashing any one of them.
I don’t give her space, my chest rubbing against her back with every step we climb until she’s safely out of view on the landing.
“You’re a caveman,” she huffs, storming into her bedroom. “It’s the twenty-first century, you know? Men don’t get a say in what women wear.”
“I don’t give a fuck what people do or think these days. I’m not one of them, and you knew that from the start. Argue all you want. Call me a caveman, call me toxic, call me a misogynistic bastard.”
“You’re all of those things.”
“I don’t care. You don’t trust me, but you’remine, and that means you don’t parade around in front of my men without your fucking panties on, understood?”
Her cheeks heat like she just remembered she never wears underwear while she sleeps. Well, I remember and, standing this close to her, it’s damn near impossible not to grip her hips, throw her onto the bed and drive my cock home.
This woman should be Dante’s torture master. She’d drive any man insane.
“I see you leave the bedroom when you’re not decent and we’ll have a problem.”
I storm out before my resolve snaps completely and I end up giving her exactly what she wants. As much as I crave her body, there’s no way I’ll touch her until she trusts me. Until she stops lovingNashand starts loving Carter.
