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“No, I suppose not.”
“Get lost, Katura.”
“In a second. I need you to turn around for me.”
She frowns, giving me the most disgusted look I’ve ever seen. God, this girl could be pretty if she weren’t such a cunt.
“Did you lose your mind?” she snaps.
I walk up to her and nudge her shoulder. “We can do it the easy way or the hard way. Turn around.” I push her lightly.
“What the fuck!” She slaps my hand like it’s dirty.
“Fine. Your choice. I asked nicely.”
She’s so confused that she doesn’t even fight when I lunge at her. Granted, the fastest this chick ever moved was probably through a Chanel shop. Her self-defense instincts are non-existent.
I push and move her as she starts fighting back, trying to slap and scratch me, but she has no chance.
“What the fuck! You—”
I get behind her and wrestle her down onto the couch.
She sounds like a mouse.
“You are a screamer, Margot. But no one can hear you,” I say, chuckling, as I finally have her face down on the couch pillow. She keeps screaming and thrashing under my weight, but I straddle her and kill her attempts to scratch me. She’s probably more concerned about her manicure than what I’m about to do.
I press my palm hard on her back, pushing her into the couch. “You either hold still or I’ll hurt you.”
“Get the fuck off me, bitch!” she squeals, but her thrashing subsides. She knows she has no chance.
I slide my left hand into her pink hair, fisting it. “I said, hold still, or I’ll cut you.”
She’s panting. Sobbing? Jesus, girl, where did all that sass go? After what she pulled off, she needs a real fucking lesson.
“You know,” I say calmly, tightening my grip on her hair, “I always hated your pink hair.”
And I pull the scissors out of my back pocket.
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KAT
Inever really got to touch Archer the way I want to. Now that he’s asleep, I stand by his hospital bed and run my fingers through his hair, study his face, his powerful form under the hospital sheet, and glide my hand along his torso.
God, I hate hospitals.
I forget myself until I hear his low voice. “Are you fucking around or looking for trouble?”
It’s so quiet and unexpected that I freeze like a possum, lifting my eyes to meet his, half-open, studying me.
“Hey.” Tears spring to my eyes at the sight of him awake, my heartbeat spiking. I wish I could hug him, straddle him, squeeze him. But he might still be too fragile.
“Hey, wild thing.” He smiles. Smiles!
A kiss is the only thing I can offer for now. Then I kneel on the floor by the bed so he doesn’t have to lift his head to look at me and take his hand in both of mine, resting my chin on the mattress. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine,” he says, his voice stronger than I expected as he studies me. “Your hair looks like a nest.”
