Page 20 of Electric Kiss

“A bird bath each morning and night, but I’m getting pissed off and irrationally angry.”

She laughed.

“I thought that was my speciality. Good to know there is someone else out there that gets stupidly angry at tiny things. Why don’t you have a bath?”

“I don’t have a bath, Princess,” he said, giving her a grin with no heat in his words.

“I am far from a princess,” she said, yanking down the t-shirt he was still trying to pull off.

“You’ve wanted for nothing your whole life. What does that make you?”

“Someone you do not know. You know nothing about my life, my past, my family. So stop being a jerk and making assumptions. I’ve had that too much for me to take it from you.”

Nate looked down at her, softening his features and then sighing heavily.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a bath as an adult,” he muttered.

“Really? Baths are the best.”

“Do you have one?”

“Yes, in my cottage.”

Nate kept staring at her, and she gulped a hard swallow.

Was he asking for an invitation?

It was Friday evening, and she was planning on having a bath when she was done warming his dinner like she’d done all week and making sure his side work was done.

Nate confessed on day two that he didn’t have any boat work booked in, so he only needed help to ferry the crates.

“I need to get the crates done. I’ll be back in half an hour. I’ll put the food and my bag over on the counter. Try not to get into any trouble while I’m gone.”

Nate nodded, dropped his t-shirt, and went to investigate the food while she hightailed it out of there before offering him to return to her cottage for a bath.

It only took twenty minutes to ferry the crates, and she was coming back into the workshop when someone followed her in.

“Hey, dude, you coming for a beer?” the man called out.

Daisy turned to the doorway where a good-looking, dark-haired guy about her age sauntered in. He took one look at Daisy and gave her a slow look up and down.

“Sorry, man,” he said to Nate, who was scowling in the corner on his office chair. “I didn’t know you had company. Who are you? I’ve never seen you on the island before, and it’s not tourist season.”

“You may not know who I am, Robert, but I know who you are,” she said with such a twisted face she felt like she was emanating Cynthia Turner.

“What did I do to you? We haven’t even met because, babe, I would definitely remember, no matter how drunk I was when I stuck my tongue down your throat.”

Daisy hummed, twisting at the waist to look at Nate. He was wincing with his hand over his eyes.

“Have some manners, Rob,” Nate said.

“I’m not the one who hasn’t introduced myself. She clearly knows who I am, remembers me well it seems,” he said, his grin bordering on a leer.

Robert sauntered closer, bouncing on his toes as he neared. She took a step back, and he kept coming, notreading the signals she didn’t want him near her. He had the same look in his eyes many men had before when they thought they were god’s gift and she should be grateful to be in their presence.

“Stay put, Robert,” she said.

“Why? We’ve obviously been closer than this if you remember me.”

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