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“You.” I jut my chin to the exit. “Let’s go.”
“Cash.” She scurries to my side, and I think I detect anger when she hisses, “You can’t do that.”
“Do what, exactly? Buy my girlfriend swimsuits?”
Her eyes narrow. “You keep sayingswimsuits. Plural. How many did you get?”
“Six.” Her eyes snap wide and her mouth falls open. I lean in to tease, “Careful, Kitten, or I’ll have to find something to fill that pretty mouth with.”
She closes her mouth so fast, her teeth clap. I throw my head back and howl.
I like teasing her.
Cute as a spittin’ kitten, Wrenlee stomps her foot. “Return them.”
I stop laughing. “No.”
“You can’t buy me six hundred dollars’ worth of swimsuits, Cash. That’s ridiculous!”
I don’t tell her the bill came to seven hundred and forty-three dollars. There’s no point in ruffling her fuzz any more than it already is. Hell, she’s adorable when she’s mad. Just like a kitten.
“I can buy my girlfriend whatever the fuck I want.” I return her glare with a warning look.
She gets up onto her tiptoes to hiss, “I’mnotyour girlfriend.”
I crook my neck, my face an inch from hers, voice pitched dangerously low, “Oh, I know. If you were, I’dshove your defiant little ass in that dressing room, push you to your knees and fuck the sass right out of that mouth.”
That pouty little mouth drops again, and she sputters, “I-I-I can’t believe you said that.”
“Don’t tempt me, Kitten.” I gently push her from the store, giving her ass a sharp swat for good measure. “I like angry sex.”
“I’m not having sex with you,” she snaps over her shoulder, but at least she’s not telling me to return the goods. “Of any kind. Not ever!”
We’ll see about that, Kitten. We’ll see about that.
thirteen
Wrenlee
“Come on, Wren,” Tav leans back into the couch as he pulls on a beer. “Let loose.”
Grinning, I shake my head, but hear myself say, “Just one.”
Before I know it, Cash is sliding a glass into my hand. “Gin and tonic. S’what you like, yeah?”
I don’t know what I like. I don’t drink. “Sure.”
His eyes narrow, then he sets his drink on the side table next to me. He reaches down to tug me out of the chair by my hand, dropping into it before landing both hands on my hips and tugging me down into his lap. My heart begins to flutter in my chest, because I can feel hisfriends watching us.
“What do you like to drink?” An arm bands around my waist as he draws my back into the wall of his chest, mouth close to my ear.
I clutch my drink like my life depends on it. “This is good.”
“But is it what you’d ask for?”
I look over my shoulder at him. “I don’t know what I’d ask for. I don’t drink.” He just looks at me for a long moment. So long, I hear myself say, “But I’ve always thought those slushy drinks look yummy.”
“Slushy ones?” He quirks an amused brow.
