Page 160 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
He smiled.
“Both.”
For once, I wanted to stop playing it safe.
To throw caution to the wind.
And be a very, very bad girl.
“Are you going to break my rules, Callie?” he asked, tapping his fingers on his thigh.
I already had, but I wasn't throwing Dottie under the bus.
I pushed my glasses up with my middle finger and smiled when his eyes narrowed in on the gesture.
“I would never do such a thing,” I said sweetly.
A lie, obviously.
But I liked the way his jaw ticked, like he was deciding whether to call me on it—or bend me over his rulebook.
I could feel it in the air. The heat. The tension. The way he sat straighter and the slight flare of his nostrils. His dark eyes gleamed before he blinked.
“Little girl, you’re not ready for what I’d do to you,” he said softly.
“Little girl?” I said, pursing my lips at the gauntlet he’d just tossed between us.
He lifted his tea in triumph.
“To be fair, you look good for a mandoublemy age.”
He scowled.
“Your maths is terrible. You’d be eighteen if you were half my age.”
I blinked at him, stunned.
He knew how old I was.
“Okay, Grandpa,” I said, recovering quickly.
Thirty-six years old, but at times he acted doublehisage.
Chapter 8
Alistair
Callie was asking for trouble, and I was lapping it up. But she had to be sure before she came to me.
I took a calm sip of my tea.
“Break my rules,” I said, “and I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t ever forget. Every time you shove that little toy inside yourself, you’ll wish it was me.”
Another slow sip.
She choked. “So youdidopen my parcel!”
“But you have to come to me,” I continued, ignoring her outrage.
