‘I don’t recall asking.’ Her retort drains away at my quelling look, and she drops her gaze.
‘And I don’t recall you being so bossy,’ she mumbles.
‘Perhaps you didn’t pay enough attention.’ My jaw flexes, my gaze narrowed. I held back because not everyone wants the darkness. Especially not the first time. ‘How’s your knee?’And the skin of your inner thigh. And while we’re on the topic of your delectable self, how is your sweet, sweet pussy? Fine, you say? Perhaps you’d like a second opinion. Up on the table now and spread those legs for me.
Don’t begrudge a man his daydreams.
‘You’d better not be a feeder,’ she mutters, pulling the plate closer. I close my mouth against the madness of telling her exactly what I’d like to feed her. ‘And this is just a plain panini,’ she complains, her expression thoroughly disgusted as she raises her head from examining the opened halves.
‘God, give me strength,’ I mutter, folding my arms.
‘If he’s listening, I’d prefer him to smote you for being a bossy prick.’
‘Just eat a little. It will soak up some of the alcohol.’
‘Maybe I want to stay drunk.’
‘I don’t apologise to the inebriated.’
‘So you’re sorry?’ She folds her arms across her chest, pushing her breasts together with the action.God give me strength.
‘I’m sorry for a lot of things. But mostly, I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. Because the plans I had for you would’ve kept you there all day.’
‘Oh, yeah?’ She quirks a brow. ‘What plans? And what kept you from them?’
‘Eat and I might tell you.’
‘God, you’re so bloody bossy.’
Something else to ignore as I pour us both a coffee because she has no idea just how big a pain in the arse I could really become, but with the way she’s going, she could certainly end up finding out.
I add a dash of cream to her cup and push it towards her.
‘I only drink skinny lattes.’ She tears at the toasted bread, mostly just making crumbs on the plate. ‘I’m basic like that.’
‘There’s nothing basic about you,’ I find myself sniping. ‘You’re the very antithesis of uncomplicated.’ Unless she is just a drunk, but I sense not.
‘You’re just trying to butter me up.’
‘Yes, because drunk girls are always such fun.’ I suddenly feel weary. What happened to the girl from the kitchen? I don’t recall her being such a brat. ‘Drink the coffee. It’ll make you feel a little more alert.’
‘I’m suddenly plenty alert finding you here. Whatareyou doing here?’ She presses her elbow to the tabletop and props her cheek on her fist.
‘Have some coffee, and I might tell you.’
‘God, how can you be so pretty yet have such a stinking attitude?’
‘How strange, I was just thinking the same. Aboutyou.’
‘You can’t flatter me, not a second time. Fool me once, shame on you,’ she says, waving a finger back and forth between us. ‘Fool me twice, and I’m the dummy.’
I raise my own coffee cup to my lips as though her words barely register.
‘Oh, I’m sorry. Am I boring you?’
‘Immensely.’ The word is delivered with a hard edge.
‘Fine, I’ll drink your god-awful bloody drink.’ The dark liquid spills over the rim as she grabs it. She swallows and is still grimacing as the cup meets the dainty saucer again. ‘That’s foul.’ A shiver wracks her whole body. ‘I told you I only drink lattes.’
