Page 16 of With This Kiss
I hid my amusement and replied, “Hi.”
“I’m Jamie.” She held out her hand to me. I looked down at the small, slender shape of her delicate hand. I could so easily break it without any effort. How… fragile.
I grabbed her hand and gently shook it, feeling a strange bolt of electricity as we touched. I wanted to pull away from her right away but forced the contact.
She blinked, her body tensing a bit.
My eyes honed in on her throat as it moved from a hard swallow.
Everything about this girl was delicate.
She should know better than to try to get involved with me.
“Reign,” I said.
She smiled.
It looked more like a grimace.
Fuck, but she was amusing.
“Can I buy you a drink?” she asked.
“No.” She seemed taken aback by that. I didn’t smile when I pulled the hand I was still holding toward me a little, causing her body to shift forward and that goddamn floral scent to tease my nostrils, fucking with my head a little bit more.
I picked up a pen someone had left behind on the bar and wrote my number on her forearm. She looked disgusted that I would even mark her before she realized her facial expression and changed it to neutral.
I smiled then, unable to control myself as I finished the last digit of my phone number.
“Buy me dinner instead,” I said, looking up at her. I was still holding her hand.
She forcibly pulled it away.
I let out a small chuckle, finished the rest of my drink, and stood up, walking out of there without looking back.
The ball was in her court.
Now, I just had to wait and see.
See if the little spitfire had what it took to take my bait and call me.
How interesting.
And here I thought monotony was going to crush me before Kingston’s patience.
One entire day passed,and she still hadn’t called.
I was… disappointed.
And here I thought she had more guts than that.
But it seemed like whatever she wanted from me wasn’t enough motivation for her to risk getting involved with me.
I pulled my car up in front of the big mansion sitting on the outskirts of the city. It was protected by steel gates and about twenty men.
Most would think it was safe.
During the first fucking fifteen years of my life, I had come to know it as a prison. I was given more freedom when I killed my first man at fifteen, in front of my old man and his men. It proved to him that his second son wasn’t as useless as he had come to believe about me.
