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The sound of footsteps in the room has me dropping the blanket. And the small amount of sun creeping in from behind the curtains has me slapping my hands over my eyes.
Something gets set down on the nightstand next to my side of the bed, and I part my fingers to peek out.
“Drink this.” King nods to the glass of murky water. “And take these, before you go back to sleep.” He sets some pills down next to the glass. “It’ll help.”
I eye him for a moment, recognizing the signs of an equally hungover person. “Are you coming back to bed?”
He gently shakes his head. “I have a couple calls I need to take.”
I close one eye. “For your finance business or your nefarious business?”
King smirks. “Finance. But since I enjoy being nefarious…”
Before I can guess what he’s about to do, King yanks the blanket off me.
Cold air rushes in, chilling every inch of my naked body.
“Ahh!” I dart my hand out, managing to catch the edge. King lets go and I glare at him as I roll, cocooning myself back into the warmth. “You’re a dick,” I snap at him, lacking heat.
He saunters to the closet, laughing. “It’s always about the dick with you.”
My gaze snags on his perfect ass in gold silk boxers, and my eyes narrow. “Did you go downstairs like that?”
There’s a moment before he reappears, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. “Yeah. Why?”
A glance at the clock tells me that Cici would already be in the kitchen making food for the day.
“Well, don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
He’s being obstinate on purpose; I just know it. “Don’t walk around the house in your underwear like a five-year-old. It’s tacky.”
“Tacky,” he repeats, and I want to slap the smug look off his face.
I know it’s ridiculous to be annoyed over this, considering we had sex in a room of windows last night, but I don’t like the idea of other women seeing him like that. Not out of the moment.
But if he wants to play hardball…
I shove the blankets off, and force my queasy stomach to chill as I stand. “Fine, if we’re just walking around naked…” I trail off and make for the door.
Not wanting to actually walk around naked––and not willing to look deeper into why I’m feeling so jealous and territorial over this stupid man––I’m thankful when I only make it three steps before a hand grips my arm. “Just try it, Wife.” All the humor has left King’s voice. “I’ll agree to wear pants when I leave this room––”
“And a shirt,” I interrupt him, not turning to make eye contact.
His fingers flex, and his bare chest presses into my side. “But if you ever walk out of this room bare, showing off the pussy that belongs to me…” his breath tickles my neck as he leans closer. “I wasn’t lying about killing any man who sees what’s mine.” His hand releases my arm. “Deal?”
I have to wet my lips to reply, “Deal.”
“Good,” a hand swats my ass and I yelp. “Now quit distracting me, I have to work.”
I purposefully don’t think about what he sees as I hurry my bare self to the bathroom.
But before I close the door, I leave it cracked open so I can watch King pull a plain white t-shirt on.
It stretches over his broad chest, and I think this is the first time I’ve seen him dressed like a regular everyday person. Up until this moment it’s only been suits, boxers, or naked.
And I want to hate that he looks so goddamn good in this too, because it’s simply not fair. But since I get to appreciate the view, I guess I won’t complain.
