Page 97 of Weston & Cyrus
Brat.
Cyrus was looking very smug as he came around, grabbing the small bag from the back and opening my door, but he was still driving me insane. “Stop calling me names in your head.”
“You can’t read my mind, so that’s unenforceable.” I wasn’t going to agree to that in any form. “If you’re mean to me, I’ll tell Conner you liked that he came to your work.”
Pulling me close as I climbed out of the car, he shifted to a stern, sexy glare. “Be careful what you threaten me with. I haven’t decided if you’ve been good enough to come.”
That was too vague.
“Tonight?” I hadn’t been that obnoxious. “I said I was sorry.”
Hadn’t I?
“This weekend.” He raised one eyebrow as I sighed. “And no, you did not. You said you couldn’t be held responsible for what you said when you woke up.”
“It’s not my fault you were unreasonable.” His snort as he shut the door made me roll my eyes.
“In your dream.” Back to looking unreasonable, he glared at me again. “I was unreasonablein your dream.”
So?
He still didn’t understand he should’ve apologized more as we got to the door, but I had to agree to drop it or he said he’d take us home and watch war movies all night.
There was a marathon on The History Channel.
Evidently, they played more than just alien documentaries and he wasn’t afraid to use it as punishment.
He wouldn’t be in this position if he’d just been nicer to me.
“I’ll be better behaved if you tell me why I’m being good.” This whole thing would’ve been much easier if he’d just turn meon and say something dirty to me. “You could call me slut and tell me what happens to naughty boys?”
Ignoring the way the guy at the front desk was giggling as he waved us in, I smiled at Cyrus. “That would help a lot.”
Oh.
“And I’m communicating and telling you what I want instead of making you guess. I’m amazing.” He just needed to realize it. “Don’t you want to thank me for that?”
I could make a case for getting a reward.
“I think he wants to strangle you, so maybe not.” Conner appeared out of nowhere, finally back to normal in his tiny shorts and not much else. “Let’s work on that while he takes your stuff to the locker room and gets me a bottle of water.”
Conner’s assumptive tone had Cyrus rolling his eyes, obviously not too afraid of the drama queen. “No.”
“We’re a pair.” And I was pretty sure isolating me was Conner’s way of getting me to admit to something stupid.
I wanted to come, so I wasn’t going to do anything to mess that up.
Cyrus shrugged. “You were the one who wanted him clear-headed and not turned on or caged, so you get to handle the fallout from that.”
We were going to have to talk about his manners.
“Fine.” Conner took my hand and started dragging me through the surprisingly busy club. “We’re going to talk because you two don’t look right.”
God.
What was looking right at a BDSM club?
Half the people here were nearly naked and doing something interesting.
