I lifted my gaze to Roland Greene’s laughing blue eyes. He leaned toward me and his dark bangs fell over forehead. So? he asked, pushing his hair back. It was a useless gesture. I kept telling him he needed to cut it but he said the girls liked it that way. Based on the number of girls making cow eyes at him right now, he was probably right.
My lips parted in amazement at his intuitiveness.He rolled his eyes. Murderous, fine. But to hell with your sympathy.
You’re awful. You know that, right? Like, truly awful. Is there anyone in this world who doesn’t think that?My entire family. Colleagues. Friends. The women I’ve had sex with.Heat bloomed in my cheeks at his bluntness and the imagery it brought to mind. I think you’re probably delusional about the last one.
I dinnae think so. His cold gaze drifted over me again, and then he abruptly looked away. Uptight princesses just dinnae understand. They choose the wrong men who dinnae know how tae pleasure them and write sex off, thinking women who enjoy it are lying.That’s what he thought. I’ve had good sex. Great sex. It had been years ago and it was followed by heart-wrenching betrayal, but it had been great sex.
He stared at me, I think trying to discern if I was being sincere. That’s surprising.
Uncomfortable with the way his eyes bore through me, I decided it was definitely time for a subject change. So this family of yours … do they know you’re obnoxiously rude?I began to whirl away from him and stumbled, and his hand shot out to steady me. You are drunk.
Everything okay here? Samson asked.I tried to make my expression neutral when I faced him. Peachy. My… cousin was worried that I might be drinking too much. He’s a lot older than me and way too uptight.
Nikolas’s eyebrows shot up and Samson did not look convinced. Cousin, huh?Distant cousins, practically unrelated. Was that a challenge I heard in Nikolas’s voice? God, all I needed was to end up in the middle of some stupid testosterone match.