Page 30 of Spinning Out Of Control

“Dejá de romper las bolas.”

They continue to argue in Spanish, much to my chagrin, since I can no longer understand them. But that’s what I get for eavesdropping. The punishment fits the crime.

I back away from the door as I hear their footsteps draw near. Kira bursts through the door, looking annoyed and a little flushed. When I smile at her, she blushes deeply as her lips part. If I were a betting man, I’d say that Kira chose to berate her brother in Spanish because he was onto something with his teasing.

My ass, she doesn’t like me.

“Is your slime mongrel all set for the weekend?” I ask, earning me a searing gaze from her alluring grey eyes.

Dean reaches out, offering me a fist for knocking and winking.

That’s all the confirmation I need.

I return his fist bump, then hold my hand out to Kira.

“You ready to go, love?”

“I hate you both,” she grumbles, but she doesn’t protest when I place a palm on her shoulder and lead her towards the door.

If I had beenfoolish enough to hope for conversation on the flight, I would have been sorely disappointed. Kira had headphones over her ears from the moment she slid into the back of the town car, and they didn’t come off until we landed at the airstrip outside of the city–not even while she slept. I tried to remember some words I overheard this morning so I could translate them and try to piece together what she and Dean had been saying about me. All I came up with was “annoying, handsome, job”.

It’s not a whole lot to go off of, but it’s not nothing.

“Alright, Mr. Yates, you’re all checked in. We’ve got you and Miss McKenna in deluxe king rooms overlooking the courtyard. You’re on the same floor, just a few doors down from each other. Take the elevator to the seventeenth floor and I’ll have someone along shortly with your bags.”

“Thank you,” I glance down at the associate’s name tag. “Grace. You’ve been a wonderful help.”

Grace winks at me, biting her lower lip as I take the keys from her outstretched palm. I ignore the flirtation, pretending not to notice as I retreat from the desk.

Kira is waiting for me, sitting on one of the velvet yellow loungers by the lobby fireplace. When I catch her gaze, she rolls her eyes.

“You haven’t even seen the rooms yet. Are the accommodations here at The Carlyle not to your liking?” I ask, attempting to feign ignorance but unable to stop the smirk creeping at the corner of my mouth.

“It’s beautiful. I understand why you insisted on staying here instead of The Four Seasons like I’d planned.”

She glares past me, and a quick glance over my shoulder shows Grace still looking in my direction, waggling her fingers at me when she notices me looking. I turn back quickly, not wanting to give the front desk clerk any reason to believe I’m interested in her flirtation.

The woman sitting in front of me, though? I think she might be jealous, and I think I might like it.

Scratch that–I fucking love it. So, I shrug my shoulders.

“She’s nice. She seems invested in making sure our stay is everything we hope it is.”

“I’ll bet she is,” Kira grumbles under her breath, andI press my lips into a hard line to hide my amused smile. “Give me my key. I’m exhausted.”

She holds out her palm and I press her key into it, savoring the warmth of her skin for the brief moment of contact. She turns, hoisting her purse onto her shoulder and sashaying towards the elevator. Something tells me she doesn’t want to ride to the seventeenth floor with me.

“Here,” I call after her, fishing in my pocket for a few bills and extending them in her direction. “For the bellhop, when they bring up your bags.”

“I have money, Warren. I’m perfectly capable of tipping someone on my own.” She rolls her eyes so hard I’m afraid they might get stuck like that. I open my mouth, ready to tell her I know she has her own money, but that I don’t want her to use it. But then she reaches forward and snatches the cash from my hand, turning on her heel and stomping into the awaiting elevator.

“That’s my girl,” I murmur under my breath as I watch the elevator doors close. I give her a few minutes head start before heading to my room on the seventeenth floor and jumping into a cold shower.

The frigid spray does nothing to tamp down my arousal. Even as I towel off and find some fresh clothes, I can’t stop thinking about how sexy Kira is when she’s acting stubborn and being mean to me. I love the way her eyes go dark and the little creases she gets in the corners of them when she glares at me. I love how her peachy lips purse together when she’s trying to think ofsomething to say that will piss me off. I love the way she smiles when she thinks she’s landed her blow. A smug little “gotcha” thrown at me like salt on the wound.

And fuck, my cock loves it, too. Fucking Pavlov’s dick between my legs has been trained to get hard whenever Kira is being pissy with me.

So basically, the damn thing has been hard for weeks. It’s a wonder I’ve been able to get any work done.

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