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“Little bit of both,” he said. “I don’t know what it is about you, Cat, but I can’t let you go knowing the type of life you’d be returning to.” He didn’t mean to sound like he was talking down to her but judging by her expression, it’s exactly how she took his comment.
Cat pointed her little finger into his chest and even that seemed to turn him on. He was going to have to get laid soon or he was going to be doomed to fail in his quest to ward sexy little Cat off. “You don’t get to judge me or the way that I was living, Repo,” she accused. “How dare you think you’re better than me,” she shouted. He didn’t believe he was better than she was. Hell, maybe that’s why he cared so much about keeping her safe with him. He saw her potential but she wasn’t ready to hear that from him. His life had been a shit show but telling Cat about his past wouldn’t change her mind about him. She’d already decided who he was.
“Can we come to some truce?” he asked.
“Like?” she questioned.
“Well, for starters,” he breathed, looking her half-naked body over, “you could wear more in the way of clothing around here.” Cat looked down her body and smiled back up at him, giving him a slight shrug.
“I don’t see a problem with what I’m wearing, Repo. You want to tell me what’s so upsetting about me wearing your t-shirt?” Cat ran her hands down her curves and he damn near swallowed his tongue. The little minx knew exactly what she was doing to him and his will power and she was enjoying every second of teasing him.
“When you bend over in my t-shirt, Honey, I can see those sexy little panties you wear,” he taunted. Cat gasped as if she was a blushing schoolgirl and he couldn’t help his laugh. “We both know you’re not that innocent, Cat and I’m betting you know exactly what you’re doing. I’m guessing that you are using me being distracted as part of your plan to take off.” Her smile was wicked, telling him he hit his mark.
“As much as I’d love to comply with your request to wear more clothes, Repo, I don’t have many to choose from. I have just a few outfits and as for my sleep attire,” she said, pointing down her body. “I don’t usually wear anything to bed, so this is covering up for me.” She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and started to pull it up her body. He didn’t let her get far before he put his hands on her arms, halting her progress.
“Stop,” he ordered.
“But, you seem to have a problem with me wearing your clothes. I thought I’d fix our problem and give your shirt back to you,” she teased.
“Keep it,” he grumbled. “Consider it a gift—I don’t care what you call it. Just keep it the fuck on,” Repo ordered.
She dropped her hands to her sides, “Suit yourself,” she said. “Thanks for the shirt. We done here?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “I think we need some ground rules before I try to get some shut-eye,” he said. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“What ground rules?” she asked.
“This place is completely monitored and I have cameras that pick up every movement around the perimeter of the house. I also have most rooms under surveillance. So, if you get the stupid idea to take off again, I’ll know it before you even hit the property line. And, Cat—you run and I’ll find you,” he promised. She mimicked his last sentence complete with a whole lot of attitude and stuck her tongue out at him after she finished. He wanted to laugh but now wasn’t the time. Cat needed to know that he wasn’t screwing around anymore. He was tired and felt about ready to drop and the only way he’d get any rest would be to make her understand the importance of her decisions.
“This place really is a fucking prison,” she grumbled. “So, you get a twenty-four, seven peep show—got it,” she spat. “Anything else, Warden?”
This time Repo didn’t hide his chuckle. He had to admit, he liked his women a little rough around the edges and a whole lot bratty. Cat was both of those things and seeing her so angry only made him want her even more.
“Listen,” he barked. “We have about two weeks before you get called back to Huntsville and until that happens, I have no problem enforcing the rules around here. Call me the warden or anything else you like, Honey,” he said. “But you will follow my rules.”
“Or what?” she questioned.
“Or I’ll take you over my knee and spank your ass red,” he growled. “Don’t fuck with me.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “How about asshole?” she questioned. He was having trouble keeping up with their conversation.
“Asshole?” he asked.
“Sure,” she agreed. “You know—for what I can call you. You said warden worked for you but that I could call you whatever I’d like. Well, I’d like to call you an asshole.” He smiled down at her and shook his head at her childish antics.
“I’ve been called so much worse, Honey,” he taunted. “If that’s all you can come up with, I’m fine with it. But, you will follow my rules, Cat and you will behave yourself until you have your day in court.”
“Fine,” she spat. He knew she was done talking to him. Hell, he could feel her anger rolling off her body. He turned to leave her room and looked back in her direction.
“I’m getting a few hours’ sleep, Cat. Remember, I’ll be watching you, Honey.” He walked out of her room and down the hallway to his room.
“Asshole,” he heard her grumble just before her door slammed shut. He closed his bedroom door and sprawled out on his king-size bed. First, he needed some sleep and then, he’d finish going over their list of ground rules. He had a feeling he’d need every rule he could think of and then some to deal with his new house guest because she seemed to want to give him hell around every corner.
