My cheeks flushed from what he’d said.
The women write to their men, as if he was ever mine.
Tai was giving me an expectant look like he was really waiting for an answer. His ridiculously handsome face looming over me. He was so close I could smell his cologne and the musky, alluring scent that was him.
I lifted my shoulder in a half shrug. “I wasn’t aware that I could write to you, and I was never given an address.”
“Hmmm.” He responded.
Mitsuke started laughing. Tai smiled.
“Okay, princess, looks like it’s my fault. My apologies.”
Princess. He used to call me that but not in a good way. It was because of how Mom pampered me. How she trained Emma and me to be prim and proper, except that I was far from prim or proper.
I was the opposite of the princess my mother wanted me to be.
“It’s okay, you’re forgiven. I’m here now.”
His eyes were trained on me in a way that transported me away from the busy club scene we were in straight to the past.
I couldn’t help but think back to that last time and all that he said to me.
I must have played out that scene more than a million times in my mind over the years.
Maybe more than that.
“We’re all here now,” I chipped in but I guess I was referring to the two of us.
“Why are you at Bonkai?” Mitsuke asked him.
“Came to check on something then dash.”
Oh, he was leaving.
“Where to?” She looked like she knew the answer to that question but wanted to hear him say it.
He rested his thick tattooed arm on the table leaning down on his elbow.
That smile, there were several versions of it but this spelt mischief of the worse kind.
“Circuit, want to come?”
What was the circuit?
Mitsuke frowned. “You promised me you’d stopped that.”
“I don’t remember making such a promise.”
“Man bitch.”
Tai laughed, glanced at me and stood up. “You coming, princess?”
I widened my eyes—he was referring to me. Me going with him to this place.
“What?”
Mitsuke looked intrigued.