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Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me what to be.”

“Feisty thing. Now what?”

“Now you fuck yourself, and I clean up the mess you’ve made for me,” she quipped frustratingly.

I smirked. “My hand is pretty talented, but I much prefer being buried in a woman when I come.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re a pig.”

“I don’t think so, but if you do this, then I’myourpig.”

“Not for long.”

“For now.” And that simple fact seemed to bring me immense joy. Not that she needed to know that.

She exhaled, combing a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe this. I came here to drop off your dry cleaning, and now we’re engaged, and I’m out of a job.” She snort-laughed. “Well, it’s official.”

I rolled my tongue over my front teeth, wondering what she could possibly be talking about now. “What is?” I asked, hoping she got on with it so I could get out of this closet. Being confined in a small space with a woman I wanted to bang—and wasn’t going to get to—was my idea of torture.

“Hell froze over,” she responded simply, as though that was a good enough answer.

It wasn’t, by the way. “I wonder which news station will pick up the news first because that’s definitely groundbreaking.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes rather dramatically and licked her lips.Damn it, stop licking your lips unless you want me to go over there and take them between my teeth.

I had to get out of this tight space. I wasn’t claustrophobic, don’t get me wrong. I was just losing my fucking mind in here with her. Every little thing she did was making my cock twitch. I needed air and a cold shower. “Don’t mess this up,” I advised as I opened the door and began walking out.

She growled. “Screw you,” she called after me, a hostile undertone lurking behind her words.

Riling her up was a definite benefit to this whole ordeal. Although, the more I riled her up, the more turned on I got. Was there a word for that? Yes, yes, there was—twisted. Not that I’d ever admit to being that. Sometimes. Frequently. Fine, more than I cared for when it came to Jade.

Let’s call it like it was, shall we? Life just got a hell of a lot more intriguing.

Chapter Four

Jade

I wasn’t thetype of girl to drone on, like woe is me and all that other bull. For one thing, I’d learned at a very young age no one wanted to hear about someone else’s problems. They wanted to bore you with the pitiful details of theirs—I carried the world’s smallest violin in my back pocket for good measure—but when it was your turn, they always had something far better to do. It baffled my mind how that wasn’t the case in the intro, chorus, or outro of the most played song in life—bitching.

That was why no matter how messed up my life was, I shut my mouth and moved on. Pick up the pieces and keep on going, that was my motto. Even on the days when I felt like my life was one great big tragedy. It could rival that of a natural disaster. It could—

Oh, I got it! The best way to describe my life—a nearly complete puzzle with a corner piece missing. There was no point in searching for it, either. It was no use. You’d never find it. The way I saw it? The box came without it. Yep, I was a damn puzzle with no corner piece.

All right, pity party over. It had to be. Because it was a new day. I was engaged to a man I’d never even locked lips with. Not that I didn’t want to. Red’s existence was a very valid reason for the male population to quake in their boots. Granted, I hadn’t properly scoped out the goods, but I could only imagine. And something told me that he was locked and fully loaded.

“What are you thinking about?” Jake—my childhood best friend—asked.

Before you got any dreamy ideas, this was not one of those times the childhood besties were going to wind up together. There was no future for us. Unless it included being in an old home together, busting each other’s chops about who sucks the most at attempting to keep their fake teeth in. I didn’t need a crystal ball to know that I’d suck more at that. Mostly because I’d find it much more interesting to scare people by holding them in my hand and talking with no teeth in my mouth at all. I had a. . . unique sense of humor.

I shifted in the passenger seat of Jake’s car. Finally, answering his question and sharing what was on my mind, I admitted, “Red’s penis.” What? Lying was one of the seven deadly sins, and I sinned enough. Plus, this was Jake, he’d heard it all from me before. No point in candy-coating it with him now.

It didn’t stop him from shaking his head, though. “Don’t sleep with him. He may not be just another Pig, but trust me here. It’d be a mistake.”

Worst. Advice. Ever. Name one person who was told not to sleep with someone and actually listened. Go ahead, I was waiting. Yeah, you couldn’t because it’d never happened before. I was all for making history but not in that way. That sounded like a bore to me. “Please. I don’t want to have to start calling you Daddy. The kink is feeling overdone. Like we get it, we get it—daddies are hot.” My body jerked forward and my hair flipped, landing squarely in my eye as he hit the brakes quickly, clearly not accounting for the brake lights on the car ahead of us. “I’d like to get where we’re going in one piece, thank you very much.” I fixed my hair, pulling it to one side and clearing my throat. You’d think I was asking for a lot.

He raked a hand through his hair and leaned his palm against the steering wheel in a I’m-a-chill-guy way. “Relax. You know I can’t stand city traffic.”

“And I can’t stand your erratic driving.” I licked my lips. “Can we get back to me, please? I’m utterly screwed.” While I was all here for discussing Jake’s need to have his driver’s license revoked, I had bigger fish to fry. Like the one that came in a tall, dark, and handsome package. His blue eyes and the way they stared into mine were going to be my undoing, by the way.

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