I like him when he crosses the line, ignores my boundaries, and takes what he likes.
That’s the problem with him lately, he doesn’t take much, and I have no way of telling what he likes.
Speaking of that.
“What happened to your woman?”
He calmly unbuttons his neckline.
I still don’t know what he is up to.
There’s nothing sexual in his gesture, although I wish it were.
“You have to stop doing this,” he says, no smile on his face, not a shred of goodwill in his voice.
His fingers stop after the second button, although I’d like them to continue, undo the rest, untuck his shirt, and reveal his chiseled body.
Perhaps, slip down below his waist, unzip his pants, and show me what he’s got.
But that’s the other problem.
He’s got nothing from me.
“I’m not doing anything,” I say.
A sigh falls from his lips, heavy with frustration and impatience.
My lips begin to tremble as I flash a little smile.
It annoys him even more.
“You, on the other hand, can’t get a hold of yourself,” I comment.
I wiggle my fingers in front of him in a tease, my smile maturing into a taunting grin.
“I set you up, and you fell into my trap, blind with jealousy,” I say, my stare boring into his eyes. “You’ve always ignored me, regarded me as a stupid, silly girl,” I murmur, closing the space between us. “What happened, Callum? Huh?”
His face is unreadable, his expression stern as always.
“What made you lose your cool tonight? Did my rubbing up on him get you hard?”
We practically breathe the same air as I freeze in front of him. A soft breeze makes my skirt curl around his sharp suit pants.
I press my finger to his chest.
“You, men, are so damn predictable. Dangerous but predictable.”
A different thought puts a smile on my face.
“Can you imagine that these fools want to marry me away? Can you imagine what a nightmare it would be for my future husband? I could do this all day long. Rubbing my pussy against someone else, making bullets fly, watching a grown-up man, like you…” The irony is thick. “Turn into a basket case. Let me break it down to you. Paxton and I are two consenting adults. We can rub whatever the fuck we want and get pleasure from it. Whether you like to watch us or not is a different issue. It’s your problem in the end. So leave me the fuck alone, yeah?”
I don’t smile.
I’m not feline-like.
I’m not even blinking, staring into his eyes with the fury of a monster storm.
“And just so you know, I don’t care for your bringing new women here. This is my family's house. You were married to my mother. She may be dead, and she may have belonged in an asylum, but she is your only connection to us. So, show some respect.”
