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She got up and put the plate in the dishwasher while mumbling something under her breath.
“What was that?” I asked.
She whirled around, slamming the dishwasher with force. “Stop telling me what to do. I’m not a child.”
“You’re a child compared to me,” I remarked.
“You didn’t think so while dry humping me in the woods.” She rolled her eyes, then continued, “Whatever. I need my stuff, especially my laptop. I have a job that I need to check into in the morning.”
“You can ditch that job. You’ll be working for me now, and your sole job is to satisfy me.”
“That job sucks balls.”
“I can’t wait for you to suck my balls.” I smiled, then continued. “You’ll quit that job. You’ll have your hands full with me.”
She probably assumed she and her body would be at my beck and call, but I had even bigger plans for her. However, I wouldn’t divulge them now.
“Jesus… you’re so annoying.”
“Get moving.”
She glared. “You don’t have to tell me what to do like I’m in prison.”
I flashed her a cold smile.
“But I do, blondie, because you are in my prison.” She walked by and I smacked her ass lightly. She shot me an unamused look. “Nighty, nighty. Let’s go.”
“I take it back,” she hissed, as I directed her up the staircase dimly lit by night-lights. “You’re not hot. You’re annoying.”
“Oh, how you wound me.”
“Whatever. Now, which bedroom is mine?”
“My bedroom is mine and yours is mine.”
She looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, we know. You’re rich and every room in here is yours. Just show me my bedroom.”
I stopped in front of the master bedroom suite and opened the door. “Here, Sienna. You’ll be sleeping in here with me.”
“What?” She stopped and whirled around, shaking her head frantically. “No, no, no. Separate rooms, Tyran.”
“You’ll be my wife very soon.” In four days, to be exact. “There’s no point giving you a separate bedroom when you’ll be back in mine anyway.” Her eyes filled with panic. “I promise I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”
“No, please. Give me my own room or send me back to my place.”
I closed the distance between us and took her by her shoulders. “That’s enough. You’re sleeping in my room where I can keep an eye on you. If you don’t want to share the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor or couch.”
She stomped her foot. “I want my own room.”
“Don’t act like a brat,” I snapped, and pushed her gently toward my bedroom, then shut the door behind me.
“I have nothing to wear,” she said weakly, standing in the middle of the bedroom suite.
“You can wear my clothes until I have someone bring your stuff.”
“I don’t have my toothbrush,” she said weakly, watching me with her sad doe eyes.
Great, now I was feeling shitty for not bringing her stuff over tonight.
