Page 101 of Stolen Voices
He nods again, and I just want to pinch his sweet little face.
“Well, that’s sweet. Thank you for watching.”
“You’re welcome.”
I glance towards the living room and back at Rhys. Walking into a room full of people wasn’t on my to-do list today, especially not wearing the revenge outfit I picked out for Eli.
“I need some help; do you think you could help me?”
“Sure.” He puffs his bony little chest out. “I help my mom take care of my little sister all the time.”
“I can tell. You look strong, and if you’re anything like your uncle, you’re really smart too.”
“The smartest.” He nods again, his long hair flopping around his head.
“I bet.” I give him a little wink because he is just that adorable. “I got lost. Can you please walk me back to my room? I wasn’t expecting company, and I’d like to change my clothes.”
Rhys holds his little hand out for me to take. I slip my hand around his and let him lead me back to the bedroom I’m staying in.
“You don’t have to change. You look real pretty just like that,” he says, making my cheeks heat.
“Well, aren’t you a little charmer?” A freaking eight-year-old—with more swagger than he should have at his age—just made me blush.
Holy hell, this little guy is going to be big trouble when he’s a teenager. Girls are going to flock to him because of his looks, but they are going to stay because of his sweet lines.
“Yes, he is.”
The deep voice startles me. My body knows who it is before I see him and the hairs on my arm stand on end. I look over my shoulder to find Eli watching me and his nephew.
“I was just going to grab something to put over this.” With my hand, I motion to my outfit.
Eli’s nose flares, and his eyes widen. “Rhys, go on back to the living room. I need to talk to Callie for a minute.”
“Okay, Uncle Eli.” The unbeknownst little traitor skips down the hall and out of view.
I want to call after Rhys and make him stay, so I can use him as a shield against his uncle and the heated look he’s giving me.
“Calliope,” Eli croons.
The way he says my name is like a bolt of arousal to my pussy, making me instantly wet. If I was a lesser woman, I would fall to my knees and crawl to him, unbutton his slacks, and suck him off right here.
Eli smirks, like he knows what I’m thinking, and swaggers down the hall. For every step forward he takes, I take one back, until I’m pressed up against the wall. He tilts my chin up with a finger, while the other glides across my bare stomach. I gasp at his illicit touch.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“What are you doing, Callie?” His voice is rough like sandpaper.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I lie.
“Yes, you do.” He leans and runs his nose over my earlobe. My pulse roars in my ear, and his fingers slide up my thigh and land on my hip. “Did you wear this for me, princess?”
I bite my lip and force down a moan as he fans his hot breath down the side of my neck. I take the bait in the trap he’s set and loop my fingers over the top of his waistband.
“Yes.”
“You’re not even going to deny walking out of the room with half your ass on display for anyone to see? My brothers could have seen you. I’m not thrilled my nephew saw you like this either.”
What in the… Is Eli jealous?
