“Like my outfit?” I spin.
“No.”
I laugh. Didn’t think so.
“Not a patterns guy?” I curl my lip.
He growls. “No, I’m not a ‘my girlfriend’s skirt is so short she’s flashing the world her ass’ kind of guy.”
“Hmm,” I muse. “I must have missed the conversation where we established labels.”
He glares at me.
“Are we going? I know how much you hate to be late.” I walk out of the bedroom.
“Brat,” he snaps from behind me.
I smirk devilishly and saunter out the front door. I can actually feel the frustration radiating from Kayne’s body. It’s increasing the island’s already tropical temperature. I love it.
After a silent ride with a brooding Kayne, we make it to the restaurant right on time. He steps out first then escorts me. Matias smiles at us. I smile back, Kayne just grimaces.
“Have a nice evening,” he says jovially and drives away. Apparently, I’m not the only one amused by Kayne’s annoyance.
I grab his hand and bat my eyelashes at him. “Are you going to be pissy all night?”
“Maybe,” he answers flatly.
This evening should be fun, sitting across from my bisexual one-night stand trying to make nice, while my ex-slave owner acts like a petulant child beside me. Awesome.
I heave a breath and start walking for the door, but am stopped abruptly by Kayne’s statue-like stance. He yanks me into his chest and locks me against him with one arm.
“I hate that outfit,” he growls. “I hate that I have to figure out a way to walk in front of you and behind you all at the same time while resisting the urge to stab out every single eye that ogles you. How’s that for honesty?”
“You did say you didn’t want to keep anything from me.” I inhale sharply as he tightens his hold.
“You look so hot my cock is on fire,” he whispers in my ear while people pass by us. “I don’t want you making any other man feel that way.” He slips his finger between my legs and strokes my clit.
“Kayne!” I gasp, grabbing his wrist. “We’re in public.”
“I know.” He grabs my ass. “Mine.”
I look up at him with flushed cheeks and a racing heart. For a fleeting second, he holds my stare.
“Yours or not, you still don’t get to tell me what to wear.”
“We’ll see.” He releases me, and I stumble a little. Jerk still has the power to immobilize me. “You’re missing something.”
“I’m wearing underwear,” I huff.
He smiles, trying desperately to contain his composure. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh. What did you mean?” I pull down the hem of my skirt. Kayne reaches into his pocket and pulls something out. He opens his hand and inside are a small pair of stud earrings.
I look up at him. “For me?”
“Well, I don’t have my ears pierced, and I think they might clash with this shirt.”
“You sound like Jett now.” I take the earrings after he offers them to me. They’re so different. Not a common pair of studs. These look like tiny balls of tangled platinum yarn. Sort of appropriate considering that’s how my insides felt when I got here.
