Page 39 of Blossoms of the Heart
“And I would say no.” I smirked.
“And I would haul your fine ass over my shoulder and strap you to me. This isn’t the kind of place where you can hang out by yourself.”
My ass had been referred to many times tonight.
“What is your obsession with my ass?”
The cool night breeze made the spiky ends of his hair lift and dance.
“It’s fine.”
I folded my arms. “Day one, Tai, is this what you’re going to be like for the whole time I’m here? You looking at my ass and making comments.”
He stepped closer, right into my personal space and lowered his mouth so he was inches away from my ear.
“Nah, I move faster than that, princess.” His warm breath tickled my skin.
I tried to act like I was immune to him. Like I could be cool and casual, unaffected, but desire pooled between my thighs, pulling at my groin, at the prospect of him moving faster.
As if my thoughts needed more of a visual he said, “Your ass will be mine well before you leave.”
Of course he had to finish that with a completely obvious sexual look where he scanned my body with those deadly eyes.
I swallowed hard and pulled in a breath to release some of the tension that tugged on my insides. “I can see you’re still so full of yourself.”
“And you’re trying to act like you’ve changed.”
“Of course I’ve changed. I’m eleven years older, not the naïve teenage girl who used to follow you around.”
“Yet here you are princess. Me and you.” His smile… it was that self-satisfied one that irritated me, because he was right.
I guess I landed myself in that one.
“What are we doing here, Tai? It’s late and I’m cranky. Don’t piss me off.”
He chuckled. “Picking up my winnings and catching up.” He put out his hand for me to take.
I looked at his outstretched hand, thinking about how we’d be walking around holding hands.
I took it and he pulled me close.
It did look like a rough scene. There were so many people here and they looked like the type who’d be cutthroat about racing and winning.
We walked over to a group of seriously cool Japanese guys. Tattoos covered their bodies and they had all muscle and style. Leather jackets, cool hair, cigarettes and booze.
Tai greeted them in Japanese and they started talking about the race.
It was nice to hear the beautiful language being used in its casual setting, plus I liked how Tai sounded when he spoke it.
“Who’s the babe?” the tallest guy asked. He then looked from me to Tai.
Babe.
I had to admit that I definitely didn’t mind all this attention.
“Off limits.” Tai gave him a hard look.
“Okay.” The guy said quickly, understanding.
