Page 6 of Crown Jewels
That was a typical Vahn response.
I crossed my arms. “No one is that good.”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a cocky curl. “I am.”
That charming spark in his dark blue eyes might work on other girls but not me. “You hit him, didn’t you?”
The amusement dropped off his face as he folded his arms across his chest. “So what if I did?”
So what if he did? “You’re his friend.” I pointed out. “And friends don’t hit friends.”
“That might be a rule in girl world,” he tsked and tipped his head. “Not so much for guys.”
I swear guys never left the playground. The rules to the game might change, but they played it the same way.
“Violence isn’t always the answer.” I stepped up to him and poked my finger in his solid chest. “Don’t hit my brother again.”
“Would you prefer if I dressed in some cute little outfit and stabbed him with my nipples?” He reached out and flicked the pointy tip of my bra cup.
That was when I realized how naked I was. It was very hard to keep my mortification from burning across my cheeks. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but standing in front of someonelike Vahn Kessler, who had washboard abs, a penetrating gaze, and thick chestnut hair that begged to be touched, I couldn’t help but feel inferior. Not that I would ever let him know that.
Determined not to back down, I lifted my chin. “You couldn’t pull off this look.”
“Wanna bet?” He sang with a coy smirk.
No I didn’t. That was a bet I would lose. Vahn would look good in anything. He’d get hit on while wearing a potato sack. It was seriously annoying how attractive he was.
It might make me feel better if he was one of those guys who talked a big game but had no idea what they were doing in the bedroom. But he wasn’t. Not that I’d seen any of his movies. I did share a wall with him however. I heard more than enough over the years to know just how capable he was, which made me hate him a little more.
“I don’t have time for this. Some of us have work to do.”
My show was set to start in two minutes.
For some reason Vahn’s expression darkened as he folded his arms over his chest. “Well, you better get to it.”
“I will.”
“Good.” He leaned in, causing his hot breath to waft over my ear, “you don’t want to keep your fans waiting.”
Why did he sound angry when he said that? Whatever, I was not going to let him take his bad mood out on me. For all I cared, Vahn and Mitch could fight it out when my brother woke up. Mitch did owe him a punch.
Spinning around, I marched for my room.
“Have fun,” Vahn sang after me. “Maybe you’ll be able to come this time.”
I hope Mitch gave him a matching bruise when he woke up.
VAHN
“You need to stop fucking around, Vahn.”
“You need to fuck around more,” I spat into the phone at my sister.
“Are you saying I’m uptight?”
“Is uptight another word for violent?”
“I am not violent.”
