Page 19 of Tormented By Regret

“What is that?” Powertrain stared at me as if I had some sort of insect or gross thing stuck on me.

“What?” I twirled around, wondering if I had something on my outfit or shoes.

“That…that thing you're wearing.” He grimaced.

“Oh. It's called a skirt, maybe you've seen it once or twice.”

“That is not a skirt. That,” he said pointing at it. “Is a handkerchief.”

“A what? Oh my god,” I had to laugh. This man was truly insufferable.

“You didn't buy me clothes which means this is what I found in the closet that would fit me. Regan, Tarak’s sister, was kind enough to let me choose something to wear.”

“So you chose thar, for dinner, with a bunch of horny bikers.”

“They have all been very respectful and sweet to me.”

“Not when they see you in that skirt.”

“Well then that's too bad for you….” I tapped on his Treasurer patch. “Cause aren't you supposed to be my babysitter.”

He growled and it legit reached my core. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Growling like an animal. It's annoying.”

“I swear to God, you walk out that door and so help me…”

I left him hanging as I ripped the door open and scurried out. The skirt wasn't even that short, I just needed to be careful not to bend over in it. Besides, my other clothes were in the wash. It wasn't like I could go change.

“Well, don't you look pretty.” Regan smiled at me as I approached. “I'm glad you found something suitable in that closet of mine.”

“I only wear black, so the dress is perfect. Unfortunately, someone thinks it's a little revealing.” I signaled over at Powertrain who was watching me like a hawk.

Regan laughed. “That man has it bad for you, honey.”

I smiled at her. “I doubt it. We're always at each other's throats.”

“Isn't that the best kind of foreplay though?” She winked at me, and I glanced back at Powertrain, wondering if that was what this feeling was when he was around.

I ignored it, trying to enjoy myself. My social anxiety always got the best of me and after an hour or so I always wanted to go hide.

I was debating whether or not to leave when I felt a tug on the skirt, and I whirled around, ready to poke whoever's eyes out. Behind me stood an extremely stoic Powertrain. His eyes trained on the room, daring anyone to come near me. Where I moved, he moved, adjusting my skirt every chance he could. At one point I reached up for something and he instantly pressed himself against me.

“Don't move like that, “he whispered.

“You know, I'm starting to think you're just using this as an excuse to touch me.

I turned to look at him, but he simply narrowed his eyes on me. The look was hot and slightly menacing, making me completely powerless to him. No man had ever had this type of control over me. I didn't like it, which was bad news for him, because I was only going to make his life a living hell. Which I would enjoy every chance I could.

As soon as one of the members offered me a drink, I happily skipped over, knowing damn well that would drive Powertrain insane. I felt his eyes on me the entire time. The heat from his gaze left hot traces that ran up my thighs and I couldn't help but crave the feeling. Powertrain was not the type of man I wanted. He was intolerable, controlling, a true madman, yet I craved that heat he gave off.

My raven seemed to agree with me, we both like the attention. I could feel the animal as its feathers ruffled every time, he was near. Raven shifters were usually solitary, we didn’t really have a flock, and falling for a mate was a feat all in itself. The fact that my raven liked this man, that it trusted him, said a lot about him.

I turned to look at him, rolling my eyes as his gaze aimed to shoot a thousand daggers at me. Raising a brow, I purposely bent as far over as I could, allowing him to shoot a thousand more, right at my ass.

I barely had a chance to look over my shoulder when he suddenly grabbed me and whirled me around to face him.

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