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“There’s a reason why God is a woman, Beast.”
“Yeah, and how do you figure that?” I ask, not that I believe in God or anything, but wanting to hear her reasoning, if only because I can’t resist the opportunity to tease her.
“Because she made sure women can bring a man to their knees just by grabbing their balls. Not so easy to do in reverse, eh, given ours are tucked safely inside of us?”
Nadia bursts out laughing as Kate climbs the stairs leaving me mentally adjusting my bollocks at the thought. Fuck, this girl is gonna be the death of me.
Forty minutes later and still no sign of Kate, I trudge up the steps ready to drag her arse out of her bedroom even if she isn’t ready. Carter is not a patient man at the best of times and I’m going to need to break a few speed limits to get us to the restaurant on time if she doesn’t hurry the fuck up.
“Princess, we gotta get moving,” I say, rapping my knuckles against her bedroom door.
“Just a second, I’m just putting on my shoes.”
I look at my wrist watch, a beautiful gold Rolex that I bought just under a year ago after winning a fight in a club up north run by Carter’s uncle Ransom. That was the night Carter offered me the job as head of his security after I snapped the neck of some punk who was sent to kill him. He’d told me about his new business venture in London, backed by his uncle, and his need for a security team and experienced fighters. I took the job having no idea that part of my responsibilities would be to guard his feisty daughter. By the time I’d arrived in London, set up in a flat that I barely live in now, it was too late to back out. Kate’s been nothing but trouble ever since, in more ways than one.
“You’ve got ten seconds before I sling you over my shoulder and carry you out to the car. Don’t piss me off!” I warn, opening the top button of my shirt and rolling my shoulders. I rarely do smart, it always feels like I’m being strangled. I’d rather suffocate from a face full of pussy than suffer the tightness of a stiff collar like this. “Kate!”
“For Christ’s sake, I’m ready,” she retorts, pulling the door open angrily.
My snarky response is ripped from my lips when I’m confronted with the absolutely stunning vision before me. Pretty sure my motherfucking tongue is hanging out of my mouth right about now. A slow smile pulls up Kate’s ruby red lips as she cocks her head to the side, her long dark hair falling over her bare shoulder in loose curls. She’s wearing a low cut, figure skimming red silk dress that drops to the floor and has a slit to the top of her thigh, showing off her shapely legs. Given how the material skirts her skin and there are no visible lines beneath it, I know she’s not wearing any underwear.
FUCK ME.
I’m in deep shit. Deep,deepshit.
“What’s the matter, Beast, cat got your tongue?” she asks, brushing past me in a pair of Louboutin black heels with stilettos so sharp she could use them to kill a man. I watch agog as she walks along the hall, her hips swaying, her bare back on show from the low cut of the dress. I can practically see the top of her arse and honestly I’ve no idea how the dress stays on her body given it’s held together with shoestring straps.
“Wait!” I call, coughing to remove the fucking tightness in my throat.
She stills, looking over her shoulder at me, her thick black eyeliner making her brown eyes look even more feline, the bruise hidden beneath carefully applied makeup. “What?”
“That isnotthe dress I put out for you,” I say, and it’s all I can do not to grab my dick and give it a squeeze to stop it from punching a fucking hole through my trousers.
“And I told you that I wear what I want. Besides, the last time I wore that dress I was fifteen. Do youwantme to look like a child?” she asks, looking me up and down in a sinfully sexy way.
“Yes.No! Fuck. Just put on something else,” I grind out, hoping to fuck she doesn’t notice my semi.
“Nope,” she replies, popping the p in a way that both grates my nerves and makes me want to throw her over my lap and spank her arse.
“Princess!”
But she ignores me, gliding down the stairs just like Vivien Leigh in that old black and white movieGone With the Windmy mum used to love to watch.
“Fuck!” I exclaim, not in the slightest bit ready to face another night with a girl trying her damndest to get my dick chopped off. Because that’s exactly what’ll happen if her dad gets wind of whatever the fuck is going on between us.
Which is absolutely fuckingnothing.
* * *
“Grim,I’d like you to meet the King,” Carter says thirty minutes later as he pushes back his chair and introduces the shady cunt to Kate. This is who Carter wanted her to meet? So far he’s kept Kate out of one on one meetings with whoever he’s doing shady shit with, and I know that she’d have to meet these men eventually, but why the King first? He’s a fucking tool.
“Grim?” the self-titled King questions, his eyes flashing with interest.
I scowl. Carter notices and he gives me a look that I’ve only seen him use a handful of times before. It’s hisdon’t overstep lookand it pisses me the fuck off, but it’s the way he glares at Kate that grinds my gears more. I know she ain’t wearing what he wanted, but there’s no denying how fucking incredible she looks.Powerful, actually. He should be fucking proud, not giving her the motherfucking stink-eye.
“It’s a nickname,” Carter explains, plastering on a smile. “My daughter is an avid reader of Grimms’ fairy tales.”
The King nods. “That’s quite a morbid interest you’ve got there.”
