Page 159 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
He’d jumped up onto his windowsill.
Fully on display. Staring right at me, likeIwas the traitor—for kicking him out while the sexy landlord came over.
I grabbed my tea just as Alistair turned away from the window.
“Why don’t we have our tea in the living room?” I said quickly, already halfway to the door.
He sat across from me, his eyes lazily dragging up my crossed legs.
What would Melissa do?
He took a sip of his tea, leaned back against the couch—and spread his legs wider.
Yeah. I went there.
I looked down at his denim-covered crotch.
“What are you studying?” he asked.
Your big dick.
“Accounting and finance,” I said, forcing my eyes upward.
I needed to observe Melissa in the wild.
Her natural habitat.
The local bar, where drinks got stolen and men lost their dignity.
“It sounds as exciting as my course,” he said with a smile.
I nodded, silently hoping the tea wouldn’t stain his pearly white teeth.
“Does your job make you grumpy?” I blurted out.
“Sometimes,” he said with a shrug. “I like rules and order.”
His rich brown eyes looked warmer when he wasn’t frowning.
“What do you do to people who break your rules?” I asked, bolder than I felt.
He stared at me for a moment, and the silence grew thick.
“You don’t want to know.”
I didn’t have a rebellious bone in my body, but somehow, he made me want to break every rule—just to find out what he’d do.
“What if I do, Mr Graves?” I asked, layering on the bravado I didn’t feel.
He took a slow sip of his tea.
No slurping—thank God. Slurpers brought out my violent tendencies.
“Well,” he drawled, setting the mug down, “you come around to mine anytime you want to find out. But you’d best be prepared… because I won’t go easy on you.”
My mouth went dry.
“Is that a warning or a promise?”
