“It means, keep your hands away from your pussy. And while you’re at it, I want you to file your nails down or cut them off, or whatever the hell it is you do with them. I want them flat.”
She scowled at me. “Are you being serious?”
My lips curved into a smirk. “You’ll find I’mnevernot serious.” With that, I tapped her on the ass and said, “Dry off. I need to shower and change.”
Her mouth worked, and I watched her gaze drift down to my dick. “But—”
“But nothing.” I started to wash myself, and when she just stood there, watching, I murmured, “What is it?”
“Are you—” When her cheeks tinged pink, I arched a brow at her, and that turned the pink into red. Christ, I loved how she reacted. How the hell had she stayed like this after living at the MC compound?
I refused to believe this was all an act. I’d seen her at her lowest now—killing your father tended to do that to a person... so I had faith that she was as sensitive as I’d come to believe. Still, she wasn’t a kid.
Thank fuck for that.
“Am I, what?” I replied, grabbing my dick, washing it, and watching as she licked her lips.
Thistime, I almost dragged her to her knees and told her to suck it, because it was without artifice. She wasn’t trying to entice me. If anything, she just stood there, dripping wet.
That was the power of her though.
Which made her dangerous.
“You’re not going to—” She winced. “I’ll gladly... I don’t want...”
“Spit it out,” I rasped, even though I knew what she was asking.
“I’m not unwilling,” she blurted out. “You don’t have to see your mistress today.”
“I’m not going to,” I informed her briskly. “I’ve got business. Our little situation got in the way of that.” She blanched, but I ignored that. “I have shit to do. I’ll be back when it’s done. That’s one thing you need to get used to, fast.”
“I’ve spent a lifetime in training, Brennan,” she whispered. “I know how to blend in with the furniture.”
I scoffed. “Nothing about you blends in with the furniture.” I reached over and cupped her tit. “Nothing. Now, I told you to dry off.” The last thing I wanted was her coming down with a chill.
Her mouth tightened, but she nodded, twisted around and stepped out of the shower.
The stall was a long one, with a stone base and no curtain or separator, so I had an unimpeded view of that delicious ass of hers. When she reached for a towel, I watched the play of her muscles, the way she stretched, the plump curve of her tit bouncing as she dried off, but I also saw her ribs. The narrow indent of her waist.
“Camille?”
She stilled, but peered at me over her shoulder. “Yes, Brennan?”
“Eat something today. I’ll be pissed if you forget.”
Her mouth tightened. “I don’t need to be told to eat. I’m not a kid.”
“No? Then you’ve been starving yourself for fashion, have you?” I retorted.
“Eat, don’t masturbate, cut my nails... anything else you want me to do today?”
I wanted to laugh, but managed not to, just in time to tell her, “Yeah, the doctor’s appointment, remember?”
Her eyes narrowed at me as she clenched her jaw, pissed at being ordered around just not brave enough to counter those orders with sass, but before she stormed out of the bathroom, she nodded.
And that was all I needed from her.
Compliance.