Page 18 of Winning Brynn

For a while, I say nothing.

Not because I'm deciding what to do—the choice has already been made. But simply because I like to see him sweat. And I'm very much enjoying the way his nervous foot-shuffling has escalated to the point of becoming a two-step dance. It would be such a shame to put an end to it before I have to.

"Brynn?" he asks quietly.

I sigh.

It wasn't quite the heartfelt request I'd been wanting, but there's something in the way he's looking at me that makes me want to put him out of his misery.

So, I simply say, "Yes. I'll do it."

And just like that, his entire body relaxes. I hadn't realized he'd been quite so tense until his shoulders drop several inches from where they'd been hunched around his neck.

"Good." He nods, more to himself than to me. "Good. That's good. I'll need to get your number, and you can start moving your stuff into my apartment this weekend. I'd like to spend some time on Sunday showing you where everything is, going over Salem's routine, how we do things, etcetera. So, that'll be your first official day. We can discuss payment and other things then."

I do nothing but blink at the onslaught of information.

He doesn't seem to expect me to say anything else. In fact, he's visibly relieved by my silence.

"Oh, and the pizza is almost here. But I’d suggest you throw on a bra before you join us. I don't really want to eat my dinner with your nipples poking my eyes out."

My gaze falls instantly to my chest where, low and behold, my nipples are trying to cut their way through my tank.

"It's cold," I say in defense.

His jaw ticks. "Clearly."

And then he's gone.

For a minute, I consider doing as he told me. I even lift a bra from my luggage and go to slip it on.

But then I remember who the fuck I am.

Brynn Wolfe doesn't take orders from anyone, let alone a man like him.

So, I forgo the bra and waltz my ass back into the living area where the man himself stares at my chest with something akin to fury.

That's right, Leo Sullivan. You better get used to this. I hate bras with a burning passion, and I will continue not to wear one even when we're living together.

My comfort is my prerogative, and if you don’t like it, then you can go straight to hell.

#freethefuckingnipple

Text thread between Leo and Brynn

Leo:You're late.

Brynn:You didn't tell me a time, big guy.

Leo:I'm sorry, I thought you'd know I'd be expecting you before five fucking p.m.

Brynn:Apology accepted.

Brynn:I was held up somewhere, but I'm coming now.

Leo:Unless you were serving soup to the homeless or hugging sick children, consider this strike one.

Brynn:Oh no. Are you going to punish me, Daddy?

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