Page 19 of Truth
“No.”
He shakes his head. “Have it your way, gorgeous.” He laughs as his eyes drop to my body.
Before he can reach for my sheet, I drop it, right there in the damn hallway. The cold hits my center, reminding me of my commando situation, but I’m not budging. He wants to play, we’ll play. Putting my hands on my hips, I stand confidently in my body. It’s just a fucking vagina after all.
“Well, King, looks like we are at an impasse. So, seeing as there are people coming up from behind you, the ball is in your court. You either hand me my clothes, or everyone gets to see me in flagrante. Your choice.”
He leans his shoulder against the wall, seemingly to cast a bigger shadow. “You are so damn stubborn. I think I might be in love with you.”
I roll my eyes. “They’re getting closer.”
Looking over his shoulder, he grins. “So it seems.”
“You’re going to let me show my shit to everyone…whatever happened to chivalry?” I throw my hands up to accentuate my faux frustration.
“I’m pretty sure it’s dead. Do that again—god, when your tits bounce…”
“King. Seriously, they’re getting closer…” I estimate they’re about twenty feet away from the over-the-shoulder view.
“And yet you won’t say the magic word…whatever happened to manners?” His eyes are the picture of amusement.
“It’s a cruel world.” His smile is contagious because we both know this standoff is only coming to one end. I called his bluff, and now I’m going to have to show my ace in the hole…so to speak.
I can’t help but start to laugh. This whole night has been insane, but what’s unbelievable is that the culmination is me standing in a hallway practically nude, refusing to say please because he told me to.
Grabbing me, he tugs me against his body and pushes me up against the wall, sealing a kiss against my lips. I would hear the people laugh and whisper about our display, but I’m too intoxicated by his cool lips and the faintest taste of scotch on his lips.
My eyes flutter open as he pulls away, my smile matching his own expression.
“Do you think they saw me?” I murmur.
“Not unless they have X-ray vision.”
Looking down, I realize King has me covered by his body, his suit jacket and the garment bag slung across his arm.
“Clever.” I angle up to kiss his chin. This moment feels intimate, raw, and very real.
“I try. Now will you put your damn clothes on before I actually have to blind someone.”
“Anything for my King.”
“I like the way that sounds. That makes you my saucy queen, and I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
I like the sound of that…far, far too much.
We hurry back to the room before I’m on display again, and King hands me the bag as we enter the room. Taking it, I walk over to the bed and sit.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Taking a seat in the high-back leather chairs, he crosses one leg and adjusts himself as he watches me.
Unzipping the bag, I pull open the sides to reveal a gorgeous, loose-flowing hunter green silk maxi dress with spaghetti straps. It’s everything I would pick out for myself. I absolutely love it.
“Where in the world did you come upon a dress at this time of night?” There isn’t a shop open this late, and I really hope there isn’t some poor naked girl stuck here until morning.
“Do you really want to know?” He looks like he’s laughing at some inside joke as I pull it over my head and let it slide into place over my body. It’s smooth and cold, flowing freely and exposing my back.
“No, actually I don’t want to know. I may be traumatized for life.”
