Page 100 of What About Love

“He does no such thing. Don’t be crude.”

“He does. I’ve watched you. And he’s not gonna get another chance to make a play.” His hand captured her jaw, holding her face angled up to his, ready while he made his position plain. “This is not up for discussion, and here’s why. First, I’m the team’s weapons and munitions specialist. There’s no one better to train you and help with your deficiencies on the range. Second, I can take on two Dan Ogilvie’s and not break a sweat. That’s not me bragging, just pure fact. I’ve got size, strength, youth, and skill in my column that says so. Third, it isn’t fair to the man to be so close to something he wants so badly but will never get. Trust me on this, I got a dick. I know. And fourth, I wouldn’t like it. Not one bit. Are we clear about Dan, now?”

“You got a dick and you know?”

“Damn straight, which means this is my call. If we’re talking about vagina shit, you can call the shots.”

“Vagina shit?” The more he talked, the sharper her voice became.

“Yep. Any more questions, protests, or arguments?”

“Yes. I need your definition of ‘vagina shit.’”

“Sir,” he prompted.

“What? We’re not having sex.”

“No, we’re ambling toward an argument. And I’ve decided to extend our power exchange to any squabbles that might piss one or the other of us off. So, bearing that in mind, let me ask again. Do you get what I’m saying about Dano and training?”

“You decided?”

“Again, my call.” His fingers flexed slightly on her jaw as he lowered his voice and demanded. “I’ll have your answer now, baby.”

“Yes, I get what you saying,” she grated out. “Although I’m not liking your delivery method—at all.”

“You’ll get used to it.” He pressed a hard kiss to her lips and moved back to the stove. “Agenda for today,” he announced, as if he hadn’t just laid down the law in the most arrogant manner ever.

He made a few salient points, she’d give him that, and the possessiveness over what he perceived as Dan’s interest was sweet in an odd, stalkerish sort of way, but the outrageously high-handed and sexist statements had her mind reeling.

Oblivious to the turmoil he’d created in both her mind and body, he kept on talking. “After breakfast, we’ll hit the gym and the mats, then we’ll go to the range. I need to know what progress you’ve made. This afternoon, we’ll work on our assignments. I’ve got some shit to do and I know Cap has piled on you. We’ll have dinner at six and head to the club. Jonas is doing a Shibari exhibition tonight that you won’t want to miss. He’s not only a master with his ropes, he’s an artist.”

T glanced her way. Like a fool, she was standing exactly how he had left her.

“Darlin’? You sure you’re all right?”

“Vagina shit?” she repeated.

His lips twitched as his hand shot out and grabbed the satin belt at her waist. He gave it a tug, bringing her closer. The knot came undone and her robe fell open, revealing she wore nothing but skimpy panties underneath. Her hands made a grab to close it, but he was quicker, sliding his hand inside and hooking his arm around her bare body. When she was plastered to his naked chest, he bent his head and his mouth latched onto the soft spot below her ear.

“I still need clarification,” she argued, without much heat, while still trying but failing to make her point.

“Baby, you lost the advantage when your robe came open.”

“T.”

“Angie.”

She pushed ineffectually against him. “You’re impossible.”

“I was teasing.”

“What? Which part?”

“I’m a guy, little bit. We can be insensitive sometimes.” When she grunted, he amended that point. “Okay, often. I admit it. Despite that, I’m not stupid enough to call something that’s important to you vagina shit and mean it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. As for the other, about Dano. I was dead serious.”

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