Page 24 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
His eyes start to stray again.
“Unless you want a knife to the face, I’d suggest keeping your eyes on mine.”
Grayson bites his bottom lip and moves his gaze back to mine. Those blue eyes almost look pained. “Are you always so angry?”
I shake my head. “No, usually I shit rainbows and unicorns. It must be the kidnapping that’s put me in a mood.”
This makes him smile. “Here I thought you didn’t like me.”
Reaching behind me, I turn off the shower and set the knife down. I squeeze the water out of my hair. Grayson doesn’t try to peek when the movement causes my chest to jut out.
Smart man.
I pick up the switchblade and open the door. Water drips off of me as I use the only towel in the room to dry the weapon off first. I place the dry handle between my teeth and proceed to wipe away the water from my body while I glare at Grayson.
Do I purposefully bend over to test him?
Absolutely.
Does he pass the test?
Sort of.
He slips up slightly and looks at my ass for a millisecond before groaning and walking out of the bathroom.
Serves him right.
I’m not ashamed of my body, and he’s the one who walked in while I was showering. They’ve already kidnapped me and made me piss in a bucket. I’m not going to cower in the shower naked and afraid. If I can’t escape, I’ll make them all so miserable they’ll beg me to leave.
Not the best plan, also not the worst. Besides, it’s not like I have anything to lose at this point.
I grudgingly pull on my wet clothes, hating the feel of the wet shorts on my skin. Once I finger comb my hair, I head into the bedroom where Grayson is waiting. He’s perched on the edge of the bed, holding up a pair of gray sweatpants and a shirt.
“No.”
He scrunches his nose and runs his gaze over my arms, noting the goosebumps rippling across my skin. “You’re freezing.”
“I’m fine.”
“Come on, tiger. Let me help you. Please.”
His kindness throws me off for a moment, but I’m not easily fooled.
“You want me to borrow your clothes before you kill me? Also, I’m not a tiger, stop calling me that.” I grimace when I nearly growl the words at him.
Maybe the nickname is appropriate, but he and I are not at the pet name level in our relationship. We’re still working through ourI want to kill you phase.
“You’re being stubborn.”
The audacity of this guy.
I place a hand on my hip, ignoring the way the material squishes. “You’re full of compliments today.”
When Grayson lets loose a true laugh, I almost fall over. It’s lighthearted and sounds like an angel has come down to play the lowest note on a harp for me.
Charming bastard. I narrow my eyes and pull my lips into a straight line. “We are not friends.”
He stops laughing and gives me a surprised look. “We’re not?”
