I rise to my feet and meet his cold gaze. “Oh, and tell him Prez said he’s no longer a prospect for the Royal Bastards.”
“Got it, brother.”
Sophie stands where I left her in her beautiful dress. At that moment I ignore the stares and whispers. I stalk toward her and slam the bloody hand on the bar.
She doesn’t even flinch.
“He touched your fucking thigh.”
“Ruthless, I was just trying to have a civil conversation.” She pouts and looks so defeated.
I place a bloody finger under her chin pushing it upward until our eyes lock. “You know first hand you can’t trust all men,” I say before I release her.
She sighs. “It started out so harmless or so I thought. I told him I just wanted to discuss sports. Then things went south.”
“What did he say in your ear?” I ask.
She shudders and pauses a beat. “With a body like yours. I want to lick every fucking inch.”
I’m pissed all over again as I pick up his hand. “This is why his hand got cut off.” I step away from the bar and toss his hand in his direction on the floor where he clutches his nub.
I know this is an unexpected spectacle that’s unfolding. No one has seen me unleash this kind of rage in a long time.
“You told her you wanted to lick every inch of her body?” I question.
Sophie tugs my bloody hand then the other, until we’re back in front of the bar.
She stares into my eyes. “I was so worried about you today.”
I arch a brow. “But you were talking to that asshole in my absence.”
My green eyes darken. “You’ll get a spanking for this shit.”
She blows out a breath ignoring my words. “I needed to think of anything that would keep me from losing it. I didn’t like not knowing if you were okay.”
I pull her closer. She inches up on her tippy toes and kisses my lips.
“You were supposed to wear the shirt I packed for you,” I tell her.
“No one would’ve talked to me if I wore that shirt.”
“That’s the fucking point,” I growl.
“I shouldn’t be penalized for dressing pretty, Ruthless.”
She hooks her arms around my neck.
“See sweetheart, you only dress pretty for me.”
“Ruthless, I dress pretty for me and you get to enjoy the view.”
“We’re not going to stand here and argue. The fact remains you shouldn’t have carried on a conversation with him.”
“That’s right she shouldn’t have talked to him at all,” Karla says under her breath.
Sophie ignores her.
It’s not lost on me Karla wanted a relationship with me. And had tried to touch me many times like Sophie is doing right now. Many women have tried, and I kept them at arm’s length. I can’t help I only want one woman to touch me.
