“Pfft,” she snorted. “At least then, I wouldn’t have to smell you.”
Someone was extra testy today.
Not only had I ignored her for days, but I didn’t so much as give her a second glance when I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. My dick hated me for that choice.
Marnie Dupire’s biggest downfall was her arrogance. She thought she could do anything, and when someone told her she couldn’t…well…
“Not everyone in this car had a restful night’s sleep.”
She couldn’t let it go.
“Sounds like a personal problem,” I said while holding back the smirk threatening to curl the corner of my mouth.
I’d never get enough of that confused yet pissed-the-fuck-off look she kept shooting my way. The way her nose scrunched up while her eyes dripped with venom was utterly intoxicating. If anyone was begging to be corrupted, it was my Bird. She was a pristine little morsel that became more delicious with every bite. One snide comment or angry glare was enough to test my resolve.
“You could’ve left me at home.”
The fact that she’d just referred to my house as ‘home’ told me my plan was working.
“Aww, Little Bird.” I shot her a fake frown. “Did I take away your planning time?”
Her eyes narrowed into slits. “I don’t need to plan an escape.”
“Ah.” I nodded. “I forgot, you’re great at everything.”
That one got to her.
“You wouldn’t know, would you.”
“I know you didn’t run away last night.”
“How could I….” The words died on her lips as realization hit her.
She wasn’t bound to my bed last night. I didn’t even close the bedroom door. Poor thing was so wrapped up in being denied that she didn’t notice my test.
I cocked a brow at her and teased, “Something wrong, Little Bird?”
“No,” she snarled while shifting in her seat. “I’m just uncomfortable.”
I bet she was.
My nostrils had been soaking up the scent of her frustration all morning. So pent up with no release, I understood that. I just had better control than she did—a fact proven when a sweet smile washed over her face.
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
Fuck me.
I pushed down the urge to slide my hand under that gray knee-length skirt she was wearing and keep my focus on the road. “Sounds like another personal problem.”
She had the option. I laid out everything she needed, including underwear and the tights she usually paired with that skirt. It wasn’t my fault she didn’t put them on.
Sighing, Marnie dropped her head back on the seat. “Well, if I’m going to be stuck in this car….”
Sly little minx slid her hand up over her knee.
“I guess I’ll have to entertain myself.” Her hand slipped under the material covering her thighs, and I damn near pulled over.
She was getting good at this game, but not as good as me.
