Page 13 of Your Coffin or Mine
His brown eyes light up with fury and I wonder when the last time was that someone disobeyed him.Sorry about your luck, sir, but I don’t take orders. Not anymore.
His entire dominant vibe is giving me constant chills, but I smile, refusing to give in. I could totally throw some clothes on, but fuck this guy. For once, I am going to do what I want, starting with this vacation, and right now I wish I’d have come downstairs in a bra and panties just to piss him off.
“Put it on.”
A sly, cheeky smirk curls my lips. “No.”
His face darkens as he pushes it at me. “Dammit, woman, put it on!”
“No! I don’t even know your name, asshole, and I don’t care for your attitude either.” I point my finger up at him, my voice rising with each word while his face twists into a snarl. “I will wear what I like onmyvacation!”
A throat clears and I sigh, rolling my eyes. Doyle hands me a pair of sweats and a hoodie, his eyes looking at everything hepossibly can but the boobs in front of him. I have always had big breasts but never have I ever had any man treat me like this.
“Here you go, Aubrey. They may be a bit big, but they’ll have to do until we get you more clothes fromtown,” Doyle says, shooting the man a narrowed look. “Or at least get yours laundered.”
“Awww, thank you, Doyle. That’s so sweet of you.” I smile at him. I haven’t caught him looking at my chest even once, unlike some people.
“My name, madam, is Vlad Tepesh. I am the owner of this castle, and I will see you in one hour or I will sew your body into a fucking blanket,” Vlad snarls, pushing Doyle away from me as he walks by.
I’m struck dumb, weirdly turned on by the argument, and curious about his blanket threat. Wait. Vlad Tepesh... like Dracula?
Doyle turns and shouts, “Hey, where are you going?”
“Fuck you!” His words echo back to us down the hallway.
I glance at Doyle, who is smirking like our spat is giving him life. It’s obvious they’re best friends, which makes no sense to me because Doyle is so sweet. And Vlad... is not.
I hike my thumb in the direction he went. “What is his problem?”
“Alphabetically or categorically?” he deadpans.
“Ummm.”
Doyle grins before it morphs into a laugh. “Never mind about him. If nothing else, it should help that the internet will be up and running soon.”
“Dude, I could totally kiss you. You’re coming too, yeah?”
“Uh...” he starts, looking surprised that I would ask, but I figure it would be better than being stuck with Mr. Grumpy the entire way.
“No. He is not. Put your fucking pants on,” Vlad says, striding back to us.
“Whoa. I’m not going anywhere, buddy, if you’re going to be an ass the entire time. I have no problem waiting on Doyle to take me, so drop the attitude or deal with the consequences.”
“Madam. For the safety of my sanity, you have got to cover up. Please.” Vlad winces, like using manners physically pains him.
If he were a bit nicer, I would almost feel bad that he gets blue balls from shirt-covered boobs.
“It’s not my fault it’s so hot in here.” I roll my eyes and toss the sweatshirt over my head and push my arms through, so he doesn’t start drooling or worse.
Doyle grins, but there’s a hungry look in Vlad’s eye that sends tingles up my spine. A muscle ticks in his jaw and Doyle laughs.
“Put them on in the lobby,” Vlad demands, his eyes boring into mine. “I’m sure the temperature is more than adequate there, but I am taking you to get better attire.”
Wanting to annoy him further, I shake my head.
If my nightshirt affects him this much, I wonder what a bikini will do. In fact, I almost want to rub it in his gorgeous face. What could he do about it?
“Umm. We may need to discuss a proper clothing policy?” Doyle chimes in.
