Page 35 of Bound Lies

“Where?” she asks through a mouthful of food.

“You wanted a contract, so I’m getting you a contract. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Riley hastily climbs off the stool, which instantly draws my attention to the fact she’s wearing another one of those pastel-colored tennis skirts that shows off her long, toned legs. Her skin is pale and creamy and ridiculously smooth, and I get the sudden urge to run my hands all over those thighs.

As my eyes trail up her body, I notice for the first time since she arrived that she’s not wearing her enormous hoodie. Instead, she’s wearing a matching strappy tank top in the same shade of lavender, and it turns out that Riley Walsh has quite the rack on her.

“Are you done?” She folds her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide her breasts, but it only pushes them together until they’re practically spilling out of her top.

“Not even a little.” I let my lips pull up into a smirk as I eye the swell of her breasts.

“Pig.”

“I don’t recall calling you such horrible slurs when you were checking me out yesterday.”

Riley’s eyes widen as her cheeks flood with color. “I was not checking you out!”

“Sure, you weren’t.”

“Unlike you, I don’t objectify people.”

I purposefully let my eyes roam over her outfit once again just to piss her off. “You’re welcome to objectify me all you want, princess.”

“Urgh, enough with the princess crap. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly dripping in diamonds and gold.”

I tuck my hands into my pockets. “Is that your way of saying that you want a different nickname?”

Riley Walsh might be trying to implode my life, but I can’t deny that winding her up is starting to quickly become a favorite pastime of mine.

“I’d rather you just called me Riley or nothing at all.”

“How about Wifey instead?”

Riley’s eyes turn murderous as she places her hands on her hips, once again drawing my attention to her mouthwatering curves.

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re going to be my wife, after all. You might as well embrace it.”

“We’re pretending. And that nickname is obscene.”

“Obscene?” I laugh under my breath. “Sweetheart, if you think Wifey is obscene, you’re gonna have a real hard time surviving this marriage. But fine, what about Sugar Lips?”

“I will smother you in your sleep.”

“Kinky.”

“Are you always this vulgar?”

“I’m not sure, but I’d be willing to test the theory.”

“You know what? Go back to Princess. At least that one doesn’t make me want to scream.”

“I’m sure it could, in the right context…”

Her breath hitches, and I know I’ve taken the upper hand.

Riley Walsh might think she has all the power here, but I’m starting to learn which buttons to push that have her body reacting to me in a way that I know makes her want to submit.