Page 50 of The Cute Psycho

"You cad!" she exclaims, outraged, taking one of her bags and throwing it at me.

"Why?" I put my hands up in defense. "You know I'm right!"

She plays the scandalized maiden very well, but I can see the slight trembling of her upper lip and the way she's trying very hard not to smile.

"You might be right, but you're a cad for pointing it out nonetheless," she continues, still holding on to that cheeky smile.

"Why? Because that would mean you need a good fuck too?" I add before I can think it through. Her mouth drops open in shock, her lids moving rapidly up and down as if she can't quite believe what I've said.

Even I can't believe what I've said.

It must be her tits. They're distracting and making me think dirty thoughts. There's no other explanation for it. And as my eyes drift lower to the rise and fall of her chest, I have to swallow deeply.

Her eyes rage at me, and before I know it, she tackles me, her hands moving up and down in an attempt to grab me.

I play her game, easily immobilizing her, but as she struggles in my hold, we roll over the edge of the bed.

Assisi on top of me, my back hits the floor, and I stifle a groan at the impact.

She raises her head slightly, watching me with a frown.

"Are you okay?" she asks, worried. I bite back a smile as I file away another piece of information about her.

For all her bark, she's got a soft core.

That might actually come in handy.

"Aghh," I fake grunt in pain, closing my eyes and pretending I've been injured.

"My God! I'm so sorry." She scrambles into a sitting position, her hands going to my shoulders as she's inspecting for damage. "Where does it hurt? I swear I didn't mean to harm you like that," she continues blabbering, her eyes roving over my upper body. I keep fake moaning, somehow enjoying being the object of her concern.

Belatedly, though, I realize that this new position does not help at all. Somehow, she ended up straddling me, her legs on either side of my legs, her pelvis grinding on top of mine.

Ah, she's got a soft core indeed.

"Oh no, you're all red," she continues, using her hands to fan some air into my face.

"I'm fine," I mumble, torn between keeping her where she is, or moving her and getting myself under control.

She frowns at me, but eventually nods, moving aside.

I breathe out, relieved, and I turn to adjust my pants before I can face her again.

"Why are you here?" she asks once more, her tone softer this time. She turns her inquisitive gaze toward me, and I detect a hint of interest.

"I have an offer for you," I say, mentally reminding myself to stop antagonizing her. I need to befriend her, not make her wary of me.

"An offer?"

"Your brother is my friend, and I would be remiss if I didn't offer my services."

"What sort of services?" She arches a brow, quickly going back to her suspicious self.

"Since your brother is fairly busy fighting some unknown enemy, I've decided to take care of your introduction into society myself," I add with a smile.

She doesn't seem convinced as she looks at me askance.

"And does my brother know of this... endeavor of yours?"

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