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“Now, Scarlet.”
“Pompous ass.” I walk around the divide and start to change.
“Moany bitch.”
My eyes tighten. “Egotistic fool.”
“Cock clown. Hey, ever thought maybe the reason men need penis enlargers is that their cocks shrivel up the second you look at them.”
My jaw drops for the second time in a matter of minutes.
“Yeah, well… you look like something I’d draw with my left hand.”
The deep, rumbling laugh he gives me seems genuine, and it vibrates right through me. “Wounded, sunshine. If you need to give that left hand some practice, though, you just let me know—”
“I wouldn’t eat your dick if I were starving, and it was the last on earth!” I pause and blink twice, one foot stilled in the opening of the beaded grey gown I have gathered in my hands. “I—”
“You make dick-eating sound like a sport. I’m impressed.”
I pull the dress up my body and huff out a sigh. Why did I say that? It’s like my current insult mixed with his last and my next. Walking around the divide, I pin him down with a glare. “Just go.”
His lip twitches, clearly contemplating it. “I would, but I told Mason I’d see that you have a good day to make up for yesterday. And since you were so incessant in cancelling my meeting—”
“I’d have a great day if you left.”
“I plan to spend the entire day making sure you’re well and truly smothered in my happiness.”
“I can hardly wait.”
His smirk is damn right dirty. Knowing. Cheeky. Devilish.
“Do me up.” I turn away from him, holding the gown against my chest and fighting the urge to add a please.
“It would be my honour.”
My lip twitches, but I don’t answer. I’ll only go and say something ridiculous.
His hands grip either side of the open back, and he pulls it tight together, so tight it restricts my air supply and makes me gasp. “You okay?” he whispers, his breath dusting my ear.
A shiver ghosts down my spine, and as he loosens his grip to do the zipper, I pray he misses my body’s traitorous reaction to him.
What is it about this guy?
“Does my brother know you’re here?” I question.
“He asked me to be.”
“I’m pretty sure he asked you to book the appointments, which I did on my way home yesterday. You don’t need to be here.”
“Scarlet,” he says, and I glance over my shoulder, my gaze lifting to meet his eyes when I find his chest. His eyes crease in at the corners, but it’s not enough to hide the spark in them. “That’ll do.”
I swallow any words that try to slip free and face the other way. Once the dress is zipped, I step out of his reach and toward the mirror. “I don’t like it.”
“Me neither.” I turn to look at him, and he shrugs with a smirk. “I won’t lie to you.”
I make quick work of snagging the zipper down my back—it’s not easy—and disappearing behind the divide again. “I never asked for your opinion. Don’t you have better things to do today?”
“Like the Jefferys meeting you cancelled?”
