Page 8 of Property of Grifter
“You don’t know me.”
“I will,” I answer at once with a grin as I look at her once again.Then, I start searching the cabinets around me.I grab a couple of plates and put the eggs on one.I line the other with a paper towel for when the sausage is done.
“Why?”she exhales as I hear a round of toast pop up.
I grab a couple more eggs and sausage from the containers on the bar.If I’m going to eat, we’re going to need more.
“Why, what?’I ask, a little distracted as I try and pay attention to the food.
“Why do you want to know me?”
“Babe,” I laugh, shaking my head.“I think I made that clear yesterday, Georgia.By the way, C gave me the name of the song you were talking about.I like it.”
“You hadn’t heard it?”she asks, obviously surprised.
“Nah.It’s not my usual choice in music, but it’s good.I’m thinking I’ll like it even more when you’re in my arms and we’re dancing to it.”
“Um, there’s only two problems with that,” she says.
“What’s that?”
“Well, first, I don’t know you?—”
“You do, and we’ll know each other much better soon.What’s the second reason?”I interrupt.
“I don’t remember agreeing to getting to know you better.”
“What’s the second reason?”I ask again, ignoring the way she keeps challenging me.Georgia Cutter is going to be fun to wrangle.She’s all fire and sass and I can’t wait until I make her purr and beg me for more.
“I don’t know how to dance.”
That makes me stop and turn to look at her.“None of your other men have taken you out to dance on your dates?”
She shrugs.
“Georgia, use your words,” I order, deepening my voice.I’m pleased as fuck when she immediately complies.
“There haven’t been other men.”
“You’ve never had a relationship?”
“No.”
“Why on earth not?”I ask, completely shocked.What she’s saying shouldn’t make me as happy as it does either.Georgia Cutter is a very dangerous woman.
“I don’t think that’s really any of your business,” she huffs.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I say shaking my head as I put more sausage on the waiting plate.
“I don’t think so.”
“Everything about you is my business, Georgie.”
“Only my grandmother calls me that,” she grumbles.
“You don’t like it?”I ask, surprised.
“No, I do.It’s just … Everyone else calls me Georgia.That’s my name.”
