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“It’s in my file. It’s your fault you didn’t read it.” I sniff.
He rolls his eyes and pouts. “Now, she has jokes.”
“You’re fine. Quit being a big baby.” I still can’t get him to look at me.
Isn’t that what you wanted?
Yes. No. I don’t know.
“You have to know how sorry I am. How was I supposed to know you’re allergic to mustard?”
“I guess you didn’t read my file either,” he says, petulant.
“Oh, but I did.” I scratch my cheek. “Just not that part,” I admit. An awkward silence falls around us, and I hate it. “Let me make it up to you.”
“Please don’t cook for me.”
Cocking my hip, I set my fist on it. “But you’ve never had my pineapple surprise cake.”
“I don’t like pineapple.” He’s really milking this.
“That’s good because there isn’t any pineapple in it.”
“Then why is it called pineapple surprise cake?”
“Surprise,” I say meekly, wiggling jazz hands.
He throws his head back with a laugh.
Blowing out a breath, I take him in. His Adam’s apple is jumping with the baritone notes of his laugh. One hand is resting on his taut stomach while the other is holding his wavy hair back. Then there’s his face, boyish and manly at the same time. A five o’clock shadow enhances his jawline. His full lips stretch over his perfectly straight teeth. He really is spectacular.
“Forgive me?”
Remi crooks his finger, calling me closer, and I’m next to him in two steps.
“Sit.” He pats the side of the bed.
I cautiously sit next to him.
“I know how you could make it up to me.”
“Anything.” I mean it.
His face is dead-serious. “Show me your boobs.”
I rear back. “What? I’m not showing you my boobs.” Shaking my head, I berate him some more. “For the love of Lilith.”
“It’s only fair. You got to see mine.” He wags his eyebrows, but I’m not budging. “You almost killed a man, Queeny. The least you can do is slip me a nip.”
I can’t believe he’s asking this. “I—”
For the first time in my life, I’m speechless. Scrubbing my face and raking through my hair, I squeeze the locks at my roots. When I can’t think of a single rebuttal, I sag in resignation.
Grr. He’s right—I watched him shower, fully aware it was terrifically improper. And I almost killed him. It is only fair.
It’s not like you don’t have a nice set. Right, but it doesn’t mean I should flaunt my assets willy-nilly.
You literally salivated at his hard, wet, naked body in the shower while he was completely unaware. I saw it all. It was brazen and crude … and so hot it’s branded on your memory for whenever you need it.
