Travis glares at Maverick.
“It was one fucking gummy bear,” Maverick defends and throws his hand in the air.
“Tan-” Travis starts.
“I’m not done,” I bark. “Now you want me to move into this house of hell, and just do every little thing you two say. Smile and comply like a good little girl. I’m way out of my comfort zone Travis, so forgive me for having a few freaking questions.”
They both stay silent, staring at me. I huff and take a seat on the edge of Maverick's bed.
Maverick raises a brow. “You done?”
I cross my arms. “Yes.”
“Good. Your room will be ready in an hour. Stay in here until me or Dom come get you. I don’t want you downstairs right now.”
Did he seriously not hear anything I just said?
“I’ll go get one of the old ladies to get your room clean now,” Travis says as he heads for the door. “Just trust us, Tanner. Please,” he pleads before leaving the room.
Maverick quietly walks over to a door on the other side of the room. He opens it, and flips on the light.
“You can shower in here,” he says, waking into what I'm assuming is the bathroom.
I stand up and follow him in.
“Towels are there.” He points.
“Thanks, but I’m fine. I can shower later,” I say quietly.
He turns around, towering over me. “It wasn’t a request, Tanner.”
I snort. “Oh, so you're ordering me to take a shower?”
His eyes darken. “Just be glad I’m not ordering you to take one with me.” He reaches up and brushes his thumb across my lips. “Arguing with me little Vix will just get you in trouble.”
“Maybe I want to be.” I raise an eyebrow.
What has gotten into me? These gummies are no joke.
He grins and walks past me towards the bedroom door. He tilts his head to the side, looking back at me before he opens it. “I don’t think you're ready for my kind of trouble, baby.”
Wanna bet?