But my ex-fiancée only flipped me off and ushered my relatives in the house.
And then Birdie was serving Lulabel and Percival some coffee like she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Is Mortimer even house-trained?”
They all turned and glared at me, and I felt all the alpha drain out of me as I saw the contemptuous expression on Birdie’s face.
Chapter six
Birdie
“Mortimer can stay. Obviously. I’ll have the housekeeper order a special tray of doggie delights for him, and the two of you are of course welcome toanyroom in the house. Make yourselves at home. Birdie, now please listen to me.”
But I didn’t even acknowledge him as I headed upstairs to the spare room where I’d moved all my things, hoping he was choking on the sight of my plump ass wiggling in his face.
“Birdie, please move back into my room.”
I continued to ignore him, heading to my closet to select the skimpiest outfit I owned, a little strapless white eyelet dress.
“Birdie,” he growled low, following me right into the closet. “I made a mistake. I’m sorry. I don’t want to break up.”
I rolled my eyes, ignoring the suppressed passion I could feel pulsing off him.
“So leaving me at the altar and going off with your psychotic ex was just amistake?”
“I did not leave you at the altar. I just wanted to talk to Phee.”
“At our wedding?Fuck you. You knew exactly what you were doing. Youhumiliated mein front of hundreds of people andleft. And then you expected me to be here waiting, ready to jump into your arms when you got back.”
He said nothing, then.
“I want to make this up to you, Birdie.”
I peeled off my wet bikini top and dropped it over his priceless Moroccan chair.
The heat of his gaze burned at me, scorching a line down my body as I wriggled out of the bikini bottoms, then dropped them on the floor and turned around with unconcern.
He sucked in a breath of air when he saw my swollen pussy.
“I’m gonna cut to the goddamn point. What do you want to forgive me?”
I reached for the dress.
“You’re used to getting everything you want, everyone doing what you want when you snap your fingers. Well, fuck you. You humiliated me. What was between us is over.”
His hand was above my head on the fine wood of the closet, leaning over me so close I could smell his cologne, a mix of cedar and leather.
“No, it isn’t. You’re a damn liar.”
I flung my hair so it flicked in his face and stepped into the dress, jumping up and down so it would go over my generous backside.
Forrest put two hands on my waist and spun me around. His blue eyes were gleaming.
“This dress is too goddamn short to wear anywhere without me. Everyone is going to lust for you.”
“Good,” I said. “I’m in the market for some casual lusting. What you saw on the lawn plus a lot more.”
His eyebrows drew together angrily.
