Page 12 of Your Coffin or Mine
“Exactly. I stopped attacking humans centuries before you came into existence, pup. Find her suitcase and bring it to me.”
His shoulders slump. “Fuck me. It’s like what I say doesn’t even make it to the ear. It’s probably at the airport by now.”
“Just get it and stop sulking like a child in need of a spanking.”
He stomps off in a huff, and I stare into the empty mirror, sighing to myself. In one fell swoop, she has made it all tooobvious that I have been without the nearness of a woman. Merely the thought of my hand palming her bottom has my cock begging for attention.
Fuck.It’s been decades.
Chapter 5
AUBREY
I replaythe grump’s words in my head for what seems like the hundredth time in the last thirty minutes. I cannot believe that asshole would talk about someone’s boobs like that. Who even saysnipples? Especially like he does, as if he’s savoring each syllable, the weirdo.
Finding the kitchen in this massive castle is a pain, but I don’t actually know how to call room service as there is no phone. I didn’t want to just dump my finished plate on the floor outside my bedroom.
It feels like the hotel isn’t really equipped to handle guests, but I did make a reservation with the wrong date by accident—only to notice my mistake when I climbed off the airplane of death. I’d been hoping to play the dumb-bimbo card—not that I am one—while fluttering my eyes and waving my credit card for the inconvenience, but I’m glad I didn’t need to. It’s concerning that I haven’t seen any staff besides the old man, Doyle, and Mr. Grumpypants, but surely there are more, and I just haven’t met them yet.
I shrug, the thought forgotten, when I finally reach my destination.
The kitchen is quaint, but very charming. A large brick oven is on one wall, along with an arched window and a newer stainless-steel stove on the other.
Placing my empty plate on the small table against one of the kitchen’s brick walls, I sigh to myself, annoyed in the extreme. I have never in my life wanted to punch anyone I’ve just met as much as I do that man.
“I’m well aware of where they are,” I imitate, throwing my nose in the air like he did.What an asshole. An asshole wrapped in a package of fine as hell.
Taking my phone out to check my socials, only to see I have no signal, I round a corner and collide with someone. Rough hands grab me by the arms and my entire body lights up like it’s the fourth of July.
“Oh, sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was?—”
Of course, it would be tall, dark, and stick up his ass.
“Do women where you’re from typically leave their bodies on display like this?”
The husky sound of his voice has me grinding my teeth, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting this guy ruin my vacation.On display?His eyes are fixed on my breasts like they’ve been magnetized, and I hold my phone in a death grip. What am I, Tits R Us?
I bring my shoulders back and put my fisted hands on my hips. “Do you typically go out of your way to be a dick? If my pajamas bother you so much, don’t look at them.”
I refuse to be made to feel insecure by this asshat, even if he does look like a Greek god. Satisfaction fills me as an uncertain frown spreads across his face. No man should ever make a woman feel less than. I shake my head and try to push past him, but he steps in my way.
“As you can see, you’re mistaken,” he says.
It’s my turn to frown because I have no idea what he is talking about. “What?”
He clears his throat. “It isn’t that yourpajamasbother me, if you can even call that proper attire.”
I frown and my gaze trails over him. Eyes widening, I’m now openly staring at this man’s erection. His slacks are tented in the front and—oh my god—even from here, it looks huge.
I blush and turn away to leave. “Stop looking then.”
He practically growls, the sound sending heat pooling in my belly.
“Cover yourself until we purchase some clothes in the village. We leave in an hour,” he says, holding a blanket that he got from who knows where.
What the hell?Who does this guy think he is?
“No, thank you.” Besides, it’s still hot as hell in here.
