Page 37 of Playful Kris

“That’s fun. Tell me about your events?”

With that small question, my eyes light up. I love talking about my job and what we have planned for the year, and how it involves the community more.

We spend the rest of the ride chatting about Davidson, and all that he does. My talk of my work was short lived, and extinguished pretty quickly when he didn’t like my ideas for the Christmas Bazaar. I’m relieved when we pull up outside the bar we’re all going to.

I’m about to stand when a hand appears in front of my face to help me up. I know it isn’t Davidson, because he’s still sitting next to me, looking up at Kris, whose eyes are hardened on Davidson beside me.

“Thank you,” I say, taking his hand and letting him help me up, even though I’m more than capable. I catch a glimpse of the bridesmaid as I stand, and she looks like someone just kicked her puppy when she glances between us before Ruby ushers her off the bus.

Kris doesn’t drop my hand as he heads to the front of the bus where the door is, pulling me behind him, and leaving Davidson to trail up the back.

The second my foot hits the pavement, Kris has me pulled around the front of the bus, and pressed against the opposite side so no one can see us.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, stepping in close to me and caging me with his arms beside my head. “Are you trying to drive me insane?”

“Me? How?” I ask.

“Davidson.”

“You’re jealous.” I don’t state it as a question, because I can see in his eyes that me talking to Davidson bothered him.

“You’re damn right I am. I don’t fucking like it.”

“Well, that’s too damn bad, Kris.” I push away from the bus, expecting him to move, but all it does is bring me closer to him because he’s not budging from his spot. The tips of our noses brush as I look up at him. “You didn’t want anything more from me, remember?”

With that, I duck under his arm and around the bus to head inside.

Stupid jerk.

Stupidhotandsexy as fuckjerk.

15

KRIS

I want to kill him.

Well, kill is a strong word.

I want to destroy him.

She drives me fucking insane, and I should have known this was going to happen this weekend. I should have fucking known. She’d drive me crazy, just like she always does, and I’d get jealous because… fucking look at her. She’s perfect, and every goddamn eye in this place, with the exception of my brother who only has eyes for Ruby, is staring at her in those fucking jeans that hug her hips and leave nothing to the imagination.

Her ass is perfection, and it’s caught my attention too.

The little minx knows exactly what she’s doing because there’s just a slight extra sway to each step than her normal walk. She’s putting on a fucking show, and while Davidson’s stupid ass probably thinks it’s for him, I know there’s only one man in this bar tonight that she’s doing that for… and I’m directly behind her.

Every single set of eyes that meets mine gets the memo, she’s fucking off limits tonight.

She stops at the bar, leaning against the worn wood and orders a drink. I stop beside her, opening a tab and putting her drink on it before telling the bartender to grab me a beer.

“I can pay for my own drinks, Kris,” she snaps, but I pretend I can’t hear her over the music.

I smirk when she grunts her frustration and spins to face the dance floor, without her even realizing it, she’s moved a step closer to me, and her side is touching my front. The bartender hands me both of our drinks, and I hand her margarita over to her.

She’s always been a tequila girl, and the story is true, at least for Kam, tequila makes her clothes come off.

On a straight tequila night, anyways.

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