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“Whom.”
“What?”
“It’s whom, not who.”
“Whom they’re dealing with? That sounds weird.”
“Grammatically, it would
be ‘with whom they are dealing.’”
“Whatever. I didn’t have your schooling.”
Deklan clenches and unclenches his hand a few times. He’s gone from angry to upset, and I feel bad about being so pissy.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “It’s been a long day already.”
This time when he reaches over, I take his hand. He interlocks our fingers and pulls my knuckles to his lips, kissing them gently.
“I’m sorry, too. Don’t worry though, okay? It will all be fine.”
I consider his words before relaxing back into the passenger seat. Deklan’s jaw is tight when he releases my hand to change gears, and he’s still gripping the knob too tightly, but I’m relieved to finally get some information out of him.
“I’m glad you told me.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about it,” Deklan says. “I’m afraid anything I tell you just puts you in danger.”
“I think I’m already in danger, Dek.”
“Your stalker.”
“Yes, him.”
“Did you get ahold of your manager?”
“Yeah, I called. Terry said I was covered. I need to be in first thing in the morning though.”
“Good. I don’t want that guy following you anymore.” Deklan reaches over and squeezes my hand. “I told Sean I needed to take care of some other business over the next couple of days, so I can focus on that. I don’t want you scared.”
“I need a shower,” Deklan says as soon as we get back to our apartment.
“Shall I join you?” I smile sweetly as I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck.
Deklan places his hands on my hips but keeps his head up and out of my reach for kissing.
“No.” Deklan runs his hands from my hips up my sides and down again. “I need a few minutes to myself. You are going to get undressed, lie in the center of that bed with your legs spread, and wait for me.”
“I am?”
“Yes, you are. I’m still annoyed with you for pestering me and making compelling arguments against my better judgment. You’re going to lie there and think of what I’m going to do with you when I come out. You are not going to touch yourself.”
I bite down on my lip. I have a dozen retorts, including suggesting that I get myself off if he takes too long, but the look in his eyes silences me. Instead, I nod.
“Good girl. Now get in there.” He smacks me on the ass to get me moving.
I squeal and scuttle down the hall. As I hear the shower start up, I quickly undress and climb into bed on top of the duvet.
Checking left and right, I try to place myself in the exact center. I lie back and spread my legs apart. I place my palms against the duvet and stare at the ceiling.
