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“And what outcome would that be, oh annoying one?”
“I told you before I would show you eight ways to make you forget that hideous friend word. Tease me again, and I shall show you twelve, and after your little display, we’ll start in the bathroom,” he said, taking another bite. I watched as his lips closed over the fork.
My thighs squeezed together, and I shifted, a flutter of need building in my core that only he had any hope of easing. Even having him for a moment, I knew what he was capable of. I wondered if we fucked hard enough if we’d break the bathroom itself. Crossing my arms, I leaned forward. I knew the tightness of my nipples would tell him what illicit images just scraped across my brain. My face flushed, but he only smiled and took another bite of food. The cocky bastard knew what he did to me, and he reveled in it.
I wanted to snap back with words just as enticing to show him I had power over him as he did me, but another part of me clawed its way forward. I glanced at him from under my lashes and picked up my fork. For once, he wasn’t looking at me. What was I doing? I was sitting here flirting with him again as if nothing had happened.
“That’s what hurts the most, isn’t it? You fell in love with him while Kaden took your sister.”
Guilt nipped at me, extinguishing the heat of my lust as quickly as water against flame.
“Fine,” I bit back harshly. “I’ll make sure I never do that again.” I shifted in my seat, placing a hand under my chin as I poked at my food.
Samkiel made a low noise in his throat. “Doubtful.”
“Do you ever tire of being an arrogant, know-it-all beast?” I asked, striking out at him. It hurt both of us, but I had to because the alternative was too damned brutal.
Silence fell in the room, a growing chasm stretching between us.
And a lock on a door in a house rattled.
“Eat.” He nodded toward my untouched plate.
“No.”
I wasn’t hungry. I hadn’t been since I came back.
“You have to try to eat at least a small meal for what I have planned.”
I folded my arms, glaring at him. “And what do you have planned?”
Fifty-Four
Dianna. A Few Days Later.
He made every morning and evening terrible. I hated him, absolutely hated him.
“Why do I have to do this again?” I groaned. Samkiel strode up the curved rocky path. I stopped, placing my hands on my knees. My ponytail swung forward, the tip reaching toward the ground. My lungs were on fire, and each gasp seemed to make it worse.
He sighed. “As I told you the first five times you asked, it’s an expressive way to work out all your anger, aggression, anxiety—”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I mocked, trying to catch my breath.
“There are other forms of cardio if you’re interested.” The smile he flashed at me made my cheeks heat. Even covered in sweat, he was so damn handsome it was sickening. All I could think about was how jealous I was that it got to touch every dip and ridge of muscle. Yes, I absolutely hated him.
I stood up and strode past him without responding, his soft chuckle following me. That was his plan. He wanted to annoy the emotions out of me, and by gods, I hated that it was working. I hated him.
“Walk in front of me,” I snapped. “I don’t want you staring at my ass.”
He grinned that devastating grin I loathed and leaned down to whisper in my ear as he passed, “I don’t need to stare. I have it memorized. Now if you wanted to let me see it bare again—”
My hand shot out to smack him, but he dodged and continued along the trail, his laughter filling the air.
“Don’t you ever get tired of flirting?” I snapped.
“With you? Never. You are fun to play with, Dianna.”
My fists clenched at my sides. Samkiel was going to be the death of me. I huffed and puffed my way behind him, staring at every ripple of muscle. He was the epitome of male beauty, from his broad shoulders to his tapered waist. I mean, even his legs were sexy. What the fuck was wrong with me? This was a bad idea. Maybe I should walk in front of him.
