Page 29 of Forbidden You

I can’t…what?

Confused, my chin dips at my tank top and shorts. The lower half of my legs are shown beside the kitchen island and when I look up, I notice his eyes trained on them before they move back to my face. Or chest. I don’t know.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. “I’m not wearing this to work, Bodi. Geez. Clearly, you don’t think highly of me, but you could give me a bit more credit than that.”

Unbothered, I go back to my breakfast, scrolling through my phone.

“That’s not what I mean.”

Giving him a bored look, I bring my attention back to his eyes while ignoring the six-pack on his upper body that is screaming to be touched by my twitching fingers.

“I mean, you can’t wear that.Ever,” he growls.

I heard that line before, and I swore to never let anyone tell me what to wear ever again…but Bodi’s lust filled eyes have me considering obeying him or taunting him to rip it all off. It's bothering him that much.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, Kayla. New rule: when you leave your bedroom, I want every inch of your body covered.” He strides forward until he reaches the other side of the kitchen island and holds my gaze with a big scowl. He looks furious, a little frustrated, and sexy as fuck.

“Even my face?” I tease. I can’t help myself.

He throws the towel on the countertop, then presses his palms into the marble while grinding his teeth. If he has superpowers, he’d probably break the stone with his grip.

“Either you make sure you’re dressed every single time you walk into this living room, or you are fired before you even begin your first day and I’m spreading you on my kitchen counter.Right now.”

Okay.

My lashes flutter in shock, the oxygen evaporating from my lungs, and my chest heaves while I actually weigh out my options. I know what Iwantto do. What I’m dying to do. I also know what I should do. What is the wisest choice? The two are not really aligned right now.

Unfortunately.

Too tempted to sway to the devil’s side, I lick my lips, a devious smile tugging at them.

“Get dressed, Kayla!” he shouts, making me wince.

“Okay, okay.” I throw my hands up, placating. “I’m going.”

I slide off the stool to get ready for work, gasping when I turn my back to him.

His eyes are burning through my back, making my insides feel like a freaking oven, my inner self screaming silently in excitement.

Having a man yelling at me brings back a flash of memories, but Bodi doesn’t seem to startle me like Trent did. He doesn’t give me that sense of dominating ownership. No, Bodi makes me feel like he wants toownme in a way that worships a woman, instead of diminishes them.

When I reach my bedroom door, I peek back to him again, our eyes locking once more. He hasn’t moved a muscle and just keeps staring with flaring nostrils and what I recognize as a horny look in his gaze.

I pull my lip between my teeth, then open the door, disappearing from his sight with a smug feeling.

I guess his no kissing rule will not be as easy as he wanted it to be.

***

Thirty minutes later, I walk into the living room wearing a cream sweater with some washed out jeans while holding up two pairs of sneakers.

“Yo, sneaker boy. Which ones?” It’s my peace offer, showing him I can befriends.

For the moment.

He looks up from his phone, looking mighty fine in an army green button down while holding a cup of coffee in his hand. His sleeves are rolled up, the button-down open, showing the black V-neck underneath that perfectly hugs his physique.

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