Page 11 of Becoming the Owners
When he didn’t continue, I shrugged and tried to pick up where I thought he’d been going with the idea. “Then go out with me. Dinner. Talk. Flirting with clothes on so I’m not so fucking distracted. Then we regroup and see where we’re at. This isn’t a race.”
I wasn’t going anywhere.
His head bobbed slowly as he licked his lips, but it felt more like he was talking to himself than agreeing with what I’d said. “And tonight?”
What about tonight?
My sexy birdie needed to learn to use more words.
“Tonight we either keep sparring in here, we go out and dance where I get to give everyone out there a big fuck you, or we go somewhere and find dessert.” And I wasn’t going to offer to lick it off his perfect body, either.
Nope.
I was going to be a gentleman and keep my tongue to myself.
No matter how hard it was.
“You want to show off that you won the prize, huh?” His grin peeked out again, but I wasn’t sure what else he was thinking.
“No, I want to show everyone out there that the prize picked me.” There was a difference. “And to be honest, I’d love to make every asshole in there jealous, because birdie, you’re beautiful.”
He huffed, rolling his eyes. “And clearly, I have a screw loose.”
Oh, I liked that.
Raising one eyebrow, I took a chance and held out my hand. “Dance with me or dance for me? Drama queen’s pick.”
That actually got a bark of laughter from him. “You like tempting me.”
Giving him a wink, I didn’t even try to hide what I was thinking. “And I’m going to love letting you show off how sexy you are, and how powerful you are, and how you’re aiming all that energy right at me.”
“I should probably get pissed at that, but you’re lucky this is one drama queen that loves attention in all its forms.” Birdie was smiling but something about it felt like a test.
“A queen should always get what he wants.” I didn’t try to hide the desire his words lit in me, letting the heat show in my eyes. “I already said I had no desire to hide you, birdie. Let me prove it to you.”
Yes, he would need to see before he could trust.
Giving an elegant shrug, he stretched his legs out toward the side, letting them tease the edge of my vision. “You make me very curious.”
That seemed to be his weak spot, and I couldn’t help grinning. “Then we should be glad you’re a bird, not a cat.”
A bark of laughter escaped the sexy man and he shook his head. “You’re going to be trouble. I just don’t know what kind yet.”
Putting a hand to my chest, I acted shocked. “Me? I’m polite and well-mannered and only have your best interests at heart.”
The way he rolled his eyes made me want to laugh and delight in my win, but I was too good a Dom to brag now…I’d do that later when everyone saw him dancing just for me.
“You’re full of shit, Brass Man.” His eyes twinkled as they darted down like he was looking through the table, making it clear why I was now Brass Man.
But he stood, raising one eyebrow like he was enjoying my brass balls. “You coming?”
Oh, anywhere he wanted to lead.
But as I stood, I gave him a little bow. “It’s Benedict, my Drama Queen. But you can call me Ben.”
Because Benedict was pretentious as hell.
His near giggle said he agreed with that sentiment too. “Hmm, Lord Benedict coming to pay court to the Queen…I could get used to that.”
