Page 73 of Wild Blades

Which I’m not.

Today confirmed that when he told me I washis nasty girl.

I want to be so much more than that with him and it’s screwing with my professionalism. The heat between my legs and still-wet panties from earlier isn’t helping me make rational decisions either.

“You can’t live on the same street as me,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. “What number is it?”

“One five one,” Gemma replies brightly.

“That’s across the street from mine.” My voice sounds higher than usual.This can’t be happening.

“It’s a beautiful street you live on,” Gemma says warmly, then beams up at Wade. “Would you like to view it? If so, I can drive back to the office, pick up the keys, and I can meet you there.”

Hands off him, Gemma.

I have no right to imagine myself scratching out her pretty blue eyes, but I am, and I don’t like how jealous that makes me feel.

That’s not who I am.

A double booking with my therapist is needed. The earlier, the better. I’m doing that as soon as we leave here.

“Sweet. Let’s do that,” Wade replies, throwing me a wicked grin.

What an asshole.

A gorgeous asshole, but still, he’s being a dick.

“Fantastic.” Gemma packs her tablet away into her black briefcase-style bag and grabs her car keys out of it. “I’ll get there as soon as I can. Just pull the door behind you. It’s an automatic lock.”

“Thanks.” Pushing his hands into his front pockets, Wade stands wide and waits for Gemma to leave. When the door bangs, confirming her departure, he asks, “Why can’t I live on the same street as you?”

“Just because.” Hands on my hips, I’m a cocktail of annoyance. Throw in a double shot of flustered mayhem, and a dash of frustration after our earlier encounter and you have the perfect unique concoction ofKali is Crazy.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Don’t pretend like you moving across from me doesn’t mean something,” I snap back.

“Does it?”

“Stop playing dumb.” Wagging my finger at him, I pace back and forth, then clench my fists by my side.

“I’m not.”

“You are.” I unclench my fists. “If you move into my street, you’ll be a distraction.”

“A distraction?”

“Stop doing that.”

“What?” Palms facing up, he holds his arms out to his sides.

“Copying everything I say. You did it earlier too.”

“You had my cock in your mouth earlier, but I wasn’t going to bring that up.”

I take in a sharp breath as my face fills with color. “You’re annoying.”

“And a distraction.”

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