and then proceeded to draw in long, deep breaths. If Rhys wasn’t already dead, she could’ve killed him!
I’m feeling a little hostility over here? What’s he doing? He voice grew louder in intensity.
Is he copping a feel or some shit?! Kick him right in the balls, sweetheart. Don’t hold back!
Rhys, if you don’t shut the hell up, you’re the one who’s gonna end up licking the floor!
Nevermind the fact she didn’t know how she’d actually accomplish such a thing, but she was certain she could find a way.
What’s going on? You sound…different; more—I don’t know—intimate. Like you’re talking right in my ear.
I’m hiding in the damn bathroom and talking to you in my head instead of out loud. I don’t need Jonathan hearing me talk to myself and thinking I’m some kind of whack job.
You still talk to me out loud?
Addison sighed. The man just continued missing the point, didn’t he? Forget the fact she was hiding in the bathroom. Forget the fact she was furious with him. No, he was concerned about how she was talking to him. Asshat.
Yeah. No one else is around, so why not? It makes me feel…more normal to talk out loud.
Rhys felt a weird, hot tingling feeling that transferred to her. I sure as hell prefer this way.
By far.
She shook off the odd sensation—it wasn’t arousal…right?—and refocused her anger to the target at hand. Look. I agreed to keep this connection open, but you will treat me with a little respect, you got it? I’ll not have you ruining this for me.
With all due respect, Miss…
He was quiet for a sec, and she could feel him trying to remember her last name. Thing was, he never knew it to begin with. He finally caught up and figured it out for himself.
What the hell’s your last name?
She rolled her eyes. Calomino
Calomino? Isn’t that Italian?
Yeah. And your point?
You don’t look Italian. You have those wicked turquoise eyes, and your hair—
Focus, Rhys. I have a date waiting for me.
She felt his scowl.
About that… I agreed to keep my mouth shut when you told me it was just dinner.
It is just dinner. What the hell are you so bent out of shape for?
He kissed you!
She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her giggle. Since when did you become the prude in this little relationship of ours? Aren’t you supposed to be a rock star sex god or something?
Where did you hear that? He sounded defensive.
I can read, ya know. Your reputation precedes you. She couldn’t keep the censure contained no matter how hard she tried. She couldn’t explain the admonishment, but she couldn’t deny it either.
A flutter of nerves settled in her belly, and it took her a minute to figure out it was coming from Rhys and not her.
Rhys?
You shouldn’t believe everything you read.
She folded her arms and smirked. So you’re not a sex god?
She knew there was no safe answer to the question, no matter how he responded. One answer was a blow to his ego, the other, to confess to something she was obviously disgusted with.
He must’ve come to the same conclusion.
I… Shut up.
No, Rhys. You shut up. That’s the whole point.
Forget it. Deal’s off. If I have to feel you kissing that piece of shit, there’s no way I’m keeping my fucking mouth shut. So either you can deal with that, or go tell that fucker to beat it.
Rhys, if you ruin this—
You’ll what? Sweetheart, I’m already dead. There’s nothing you could possibly do to me that’ll trump that shit.
You’re gonna pay for this, Rhys. Trust me. You. Will. Pay.
Yeah, yeah. His whole being relaxed, as if he had her right where he wanted her. So, you gonna go tell that little prick goodbye?
She smiled; an evil, contented smile. Nope. I hope you enjoy being on my date with me, Rhys, because you are not scaring me away from this.
He mentally bristled. I’m holding you to what I said before. You do this, you don’t block me.
Not once. Or you will never get a fucking good night’s sleep again.
Her
I’m feeling a little hostility over here? What’s he doing? He voice grew louder in intensity.
Is he copping a feel or some shit?! Kick him right in the balls, sweetheart. Don’t hold back!
Rhys, if you don’t shut the hell up, you’re the one who’s gonna end up licking the floor!
Nevermind the fact she didn’t know how she’d actually accomplish such a thing, but she was certain she could find a way.
What’s going on? You sound…different; more—I don’t know—intimate. Like you’re talking right in my ear.
I’m hiding in the damn bathroom and talking to you in my head instead of out loud. I don’t need Jonathan hearing me talk to myself and thinking I’m some kind of whack job.
You still talk to me out loud?
Addison sighed. The man just continued missing the point, didn’t he? Forget the fact she was hiding in the bathroom. Forget the fact she was furious with him. No, he was concerned about how she was talking to him. Asshat.
Yeah. No one else is around, so why not? It makes me feel…more normal to talk out loud.
Rhys felt a weird, hot tingling feeling that transferred to her. I sure as hell prefer this way.
By far.
She shook off the odd sensation—it wasn’t arousal…right?—and refocused her anger to the target at hand. Look. I agreed to keep this connection open, but you will treat me with a little respect, you got it? I’ll not have you ruining this for me.
With all due respect, Miss…
He was quiet for a sec, and she could feel him trying to remember her last name. Thing was, he never knew it to begin with. He finally caught up and figured it out for himself.
What the hell’s your last name?
She rolled her eyes. Calomino
Calomino? Isn’t that Italian?
Yeah. And your point?
You don’t look Italian. You have those wicked turquoise eyes, and your hair—
Focus, Rhys. I have a date waiting for me.
She felt his scowl.
About that… I agreed to keep my mouth shut when you told me it was just dinner.
It is just dinner. What the hell are you so bent out of shape for?
He kissed you!
She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her giggle. Since when did you become the prude in this little relationship of ours? Aren’t you supposed to be a rock star sex god or something?
Where did you hear that? He sounded defensive.
I can read, ya know. Your reputation precedes you. She couldn’t keep the censure contained no matter how hard she tried. She couldn’t explain the admonishment, but she couldn’t deny it either.
A flutter of nerves settled in her belly, and it took her a minute to figure out it was coming from Rhys and not her.
Rhys?
You shouldn’t believe everything you read.
She folded her arms and smirked. So you’re not a sex god?
She knew there was no safe answer to the question, no matter how he responded. One answer was a blow to his ego, the other, to confess to something she was obviously disgusted with.
He must’ve come to the same conclusion.
I… Shut up.
No, Rhys. You shut up. That’s the whole point.
Forget it. Deal’s off. If I have to feel you kissing that piece of shit, there’s no way I’m keeping my fucking mouth shut. So either you can deal with that, or go tell that fucker to beat it.
Rhys, if you ruin this—
You’ll what? Sweetheart, I’m already dead. There’s nothing you could possibly do to me that’ll trump that shit.
You’re gonna pay for this, Rhys. Trust me. You. Will. Pay.
Yeah, yeah. His whole being relaxed, as if he had her right where he wanted her. So, you gonna go tell that little prick goodbye?
She smiled; an evil, contented smile. Nope. I hope you enjoy being on my date with me, Rhys, because you are not scaring me away from this.
He mentally bristled. I’m holding you to what I said before. You do this, you don’t block me.
Not once. Or you will never get a fucking good night’s sleep again.
Her
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