Page 44 of Property of Big Daddy

“C’mere, Gwynee,” he demands, all gruff and sexy, but I’m too pissed off to be attracted to him right now.

“No,” I deadpan and unhook my bra and let it fall next to my discarded dress.

“I’m not asking.”

I roll my eyes and grab a sports bra out of my drawer.

“Wasting your time putting that one when I’m just going to peel it off you.”

I turn around and shoot him a death glare.“The only thing you’re going to peel off anyone is your own pants to jerk yourself off because you sure as hell aren’t getting in my panties tonight.”

The bastard has the audacity to laugh.“You’re cute when you’re pissed.Maybe I should ruffle your feathers more often.”He grins bigger.

I jerk my leggings up over my ass and grab a pair of socks and my sneakers.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business.”

“Don’t push it or that cuteness you’ve got going for you is going to wear off.”

“Ha.You’re real funny, big guy.”I pat him on the chest and grab my keys out of my purse.

“There’s a gym downstairs.”

“I’m aware, but I don’t want to use yours.I need time to think, and I can’t do it here when there’s always someone in my face.”

“I’ll drive you.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Fine.I’ll get Kidd to tail you.”

“I’m an adult and I don’t need a babysitter.”

“It’s not up for a debate.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“No, babe.I’m not, but I damn sure am not going to let any woman connected to me to run around unprotected.”

My blood turns to ice.“Has someone threatened me?”

“No, but it doesn’t mean that there aren’t people out there who wouldn’t use you to hurt me.”

“Fine.Put a prospect on me.”

“Fuck, you’re being a real pain in my ass.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

“Sure, because this is a democracy,” I retort, yanking open the bedroom door.

He huffs out a sigh as I exit, heading for the stairs.“Gwynee, come back here.”

I’m not interested in having another argument with him.

“Kidd!”His gruff voice rings out behind me as I scurry down the stairs, nearly tripping as I race down them.

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