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"Whatever?"
"Why do you keep repeating what I'm saying instead of telling me what you think?"
He grunted and walked toward the kitchen. At the faucet, he bent down and drank right from the tap.
I tried to think back to the tech room with the team. What else happened that might've bothered him? I was having fun working with Kane and Gavin. We celebrated and hugged when we reached our goal. It was such a happy moment, and he was watching like an outsider.
"Was it something about Kane?"
He slowly wiped the water from his lips, and his nostrils flared slightly, his neck muscles pulling tight again.
Ah, this was Mag's kryptonite. He'd been jealous of Kane on the float too. I decided to play with fire. "You know," I sauntered into the kitchen with confidence I didn't really have. "I'm not sure what the future holds, but I hope to have a career besides being a bakery owner. I'm going to work with both women and men."
He straightened and leaned back against the sink as I stepped closer to him.
"They might hug me. We might have business dinners. I might even have male friends. Several of them."
His eyes darkened, and I couldn't read how close to the edge I was in his face, so I soldiered on.
"And I don't necessarily want to face perpetual insinuations that I am a cheater or would ever consider being unfaithful to someone I love, which is you, by the way, so whatever is in your head right now..." I propped my hands on my hips and leaned forward. "Get over it."
Chapter 33 Get Undressed
Wren
The blazing fire in his gaze nearly burned me alive. "Get undressed," he announced.
"What?"
"Get undressed, stand behind the couch facing the window." He pointed to the sunken living room that looked out over the city.
His crazy demand totally threw me off course, which was probably his intention. We weren't done with this conversation, and he wasn't getting out of it by bossing me around.
"No," I said, my voice breathy with shock and exhilaration.
He dipped his chin and lowered his voice. "Get undressed and stand behind the couch." Oh boy, he was serious. There was no room for negotiation in his command. I'd awakened the beast in him. Shit. Shoot. Fuck.
Heat crept up from my belly to my chest. I wanted to fight him, but I was also insanely curious about what he was planning. "Can I keep my underwear on?" I rubbed my thighs together to ease the dull ache growing there.
His fingers tightened like he was squeezing a stress ball, and his gaze was distant as he started looking around the apartment. "Yes."
The compromise offered me a graceful way to break the ice and agree. "Okay." I walked out to the living room and stood behind the couch. Blinds covered the windows, and darkness cast the sparse room in shadows.
His footsteps tapped lightly on the hardwood floors, and a door creaked from the direction of the hallway to the bedroom. I took off my shirt as I listened to him rummaging through something. I slipped off my shoes first then my pants. Goosebumps rose on my exposed skin as I folded my clothes and placed them on the couch.
My breath became ragged as I waited in only a red silk bra and panty set. I could feel his eyes on my back and hear slight movements, but it was like he was invisible. In a burst of bravado, I took off my bra and placed it on my pile of clothes.
When the brush of his footsteps came closer, I turned to look. He had removed most of his clothes, and he was only wearing a pair of dark blue boxer briefs with a thick black band at his hips. His giant cock stood erect, eager to jump out of the confining elastic band.
Butterflies took flight in my belly, and I was already wet between my legs. He carried three short waxy crayons in his hand that looked like makeup, and he had marks on his face. Green, black, and gold stripes like he was going to a football game.
Or to war.
Oh my.
I gulped down the hard lump in my throat and looked back at the closed window blinds.
Now I knew what it felt like to be held captive by a Navy SEAL.
