Page 105 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

Fable’s cheeks flushed as she nudged Harleigh. “She’s kidding, Kline. Thank you. It’s a great room.”

Kline chuckled, unfazed. “Gotta have my girls get some content for Lucky Lady.”

“How the hell haven’t I seen you?” I asked, my gaze locking onto Fable’s.

She turned to Kline, giving his shoulder a pat. “Thanks for showing us Lucky Lady’s pen. I think we got plenty of footage back here. We’ll go take our seats and meet you afterward.”

She reached out and grabbed my forearm. The contact had my dick twitching.

She waved off Harleigh. “I’ll be there in a sec.”

“I’ll save you a seat, Fabs,” she called before disappearing down the hall.

“What’re you doing?” she gritted out, eyes blazing.

“Wondering what the hell you’re doing,” I shot back.

Her jaw clenched. “I’m working. Just like you. Working.”

“The fuck? You didn’t think to tell me you were here? I performed all day yesterday, we went to dinner, would’ve invited you.”

She exhaled sharply, shifting her weight between her feet. “I⁠—”

I tilted my head, crossing my arms over my chest. “You what, Fable?”

She shook her head. “I thought it’d be easier this way.”

“I told you.” My voice dropped an octave, thick with possession. “You are mine. And when you’re mine, you tell me where you’ll be.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she swallowed, her throat bobbing as she looked away for the briefest second before meeting my gaze again. “That’s not how this works, Banks.”

Ohhh, she broke out the last name.

She meant business.

Too bad I never cared much for rules. Or lines. Or whatever game she thought she was playing.

Because the second she said Banks, all fire and ice in the same breath, my cock twitched like it heard its damn name.

She wanted to act all proper? Fine.

I’d ruin that composure by the end of this hallway.

I stepped closer, invading her space, my hand grazing her hip. “Then explain to me exactly how it works, baby. Because from where I’m standing, you showing up here, sneaking around, acting like we don’t have unfinished business—” I shook my head. “That ain’t gonna fly.”

Her nostrils flared, her chest rising and falling faster now. “I didn’t sneak⁠—”

“You didn’t tell me. That’s the same damn thing.” I brushed the hem of her jacket, the tension between us sizzling like a live wire.

Fable’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. She pressed her hands flat against my chest.

“You don’t get to do that,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “You don’t get to ignore me for a week and then act like I did something wrong.”

“I know,” I admitted, my voice raw. “I fucked up.”

She exhaled sharply, her brows knitting together. “Then why? Why did you?”

I was fucking terrified.