Page 10 of Big Bad Bully
Erase, erase, erase.
Fuck. I can’t get the image out of my head.
To my utter shock, she reaches for the lapels of my suit jacket and smooths them. “This is going to be fun.” She gives me a bright, disingenuous smile.
Something twists in my gut. Misgiving about the meaning of that smile coiled with something more sinister.
Something I can’t even fathom.
The desire to win a real smile from her pouty mouth. The desire to have her hands on me for other reasons.
I want to spank her ass for creating such a riot within me.
Internally, I’m snapping at her to move her ass out of the doorway, but the only words that choke out of my throat are, “Is it?”
Her smile grows wider. The silver nose ring she wears glints. It would sear my skin if I touched it. “So fun. Let’s go, Suit.”
She finally releases her invisible hold on me by moving through the doorway. I suck in a deep breath of not-her to try to regain some of my brain cells. She sashays ahead of me, strutting in her white patent leather Doc Martens like they’re a pair of six-inch heels. I stare at her ass as she walks.
Spankable.
Very spankable.
Fucking gorgeous. I can’t wait to see it bared.
No, wait. That’s not happening. I’m not going to fuck this human. She doesn’t deserve my attention. She isn’t worthy of my time.
Plus, it would be messy. I’d want to do horrible things to her, and she’d cry to Madi, who would talk to Brick. I’m already in the doghouse with him.
I want to go back to being his most trusted advisor and friend. I seriously miscalculated when I tried to get rid of Madi. It’s a failure that still keeps me up at night.
I hate failures.
Aubrey leads me to a sushi place around the corner. I look around doubtfully. The place is clean but tiny and low-budget.
“You’ve eaten here before?” I ask doubtfully.
Shifters generally don’t get food poisoning, but the idea of her getting sick on raw fish puts me on edge.
She rolls her eyes. “What? Do you think good sushi has to cost a hundred bucks a roll? This is good food.”
I shrug. “Fine.”
I need to just grit my teeth and get through this meeting. Find out what’s required of me for the wedding and be done with it. Coming here to meet with her in person was a mistake.
And yet, even as I have the thought, I’m certain I’ll be making the mistake again.
We order at the window and take a number to our table. I sit down and openly study the human.
She quirks a “what?” eyebrow to show me I’m being too obvious.
“So tell me.” I spread my hands. “What do I need to know about this wedding thing.”
“Well. You’re in charge of the groom’s shower and the bachelor party.”
I frown. “Groom’s shower?” I’ve heard of bachelor parties, but a groom’s shower doesn’t ring any bells. Granted, I don’t run in human circles, so it could be something new.
She nods. “Yes. You have to host a brunch with mimosas and invite all of your male relatives and hers to bring gifts and play games.”
