Page 123 of Vexatious Queen

Edmundo never let me say goodbye before hanging up. At first, I thought it was odd, but I’d gotten used to it.

Feeling lighter than ten minutes ago, I stood up and headed for my room, but slowed when I spotted the three garbage bags lining the hallway.

“This can’t be good.”

Unlocking my door, I stepped inside and stopped dead in my tracks. The place was spotless. It practically sparkled. Well, all except Ren, who sat at the table, glaring at me.

“Hey,” I said, closing the door.

“Hey,” she said, but she didn’t move, didn’t smile, didn’t do anything other than tap her finger on the table like a miniature drum.

“Where is everyone? I thought someone would be here with you,” I asked, taking off my jacket.

I was about to throw it on the chair, but then Ren raised an eyebrow. Fuck, I turned and hung it up instead while hiding my grin. I fucking loved it when she was pissed. One day, I would talk to a therapist about that.

“I was busy and didn’t want any of them here,” she answered, and again her voice was flat.

My body heated with the dark look in her eyes, and I couldn’t hide my smirk.

“Don’t you dare smirk at me. I’m ready to kill you.”

“You trying to turn me on, Princess?”

She picked up the stress ball sitting in front of her and whipped it at my head. I managed to deflect it and laughed. Ren jumped to her feet like a tiny tiger and came at me all claws. Fuck she was hot.

Blocking her hit, I grabbed her arm and twirled her. I ran my nose up her neck, over her pounding pulse and groaned.

“You smell so fucking good.”

“I want to throat punch you,” she growled, tugging on her trapped hands.

Marching her adorable ass to the wall, I pushed her up against it, caging her in as I nibbled her earlobe.

“If you ever let our room get like this again, and leave it for me to clean up, I swear I’ll castrate you during the night,” she bit out through clenched teeth.

She wiggled as she fought for leverage, and her ass rubbing against me made my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck, I wanted her.

With a quick maneuver, I spun her around and pressed her hands above her head, locking them in place.

“I don’t think you understand how much you being riled up like this makes me want you more.”

Her chest heaved, eyes spitting fire.

“I mean it, Nash. I’m not your maid.”

I looked down, suddenly imagining her in a maid’s outfit, panty-less. My cock was fully at attention now.

“God, the things you do to me.”

“I’m being serious, and stop looking at me like you’re picturing me in that ridiculous outfit,” she said.

I chuckled. “I am.”

“You’re impossible,” she growled and turned her head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to get so bad. I swear it won’t happen again. Thank you for cleaning up. It looks great.”

“Hmm…”