Dean appeared pleased by it all, Olin seemed confused but oddly charmed and Bradley just seemed ready to put her in her place.
Which she really wanted them to do.
“You never change,” Bradley muttered before using the fork as Dean had. It seemed he wasn’t willing to play just yet.
Which was fine by Kat. She didn’t mind pushing boundaries. Hell, if Bradley had reacted too soon, she’d have missed out on more of her planned fun.
“Problems?” Kat asked, giving Bradley her brightest smile. “Is the spoon too difficult? That’s why I figured a baby spoon would work well for you—for practice!”
Dean snickered, earning a glare from Bradley.
“Don’t encourage her. She’ll just get worse,” Bradley snapped.
“You can’t deny that dinner gets boring. She’s just looking for some fun.” The way Dean spoke made Kat’s smile falter for a moment, the way he seemed to see beneath her behavior to a cause that was more than just ‘being difficult.’
Bradley pointed his fork at the other man. “Look, I’ve known her a long time. If you laugh, she’ll just take it as a challenge to do something worse the next time.”
“So what did you do before?”
“Either ignored it or tried to spank it out of her.”
“And how did that work out?” Dean lifted his dark eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Bradley didn’t answer, dropping his gaze to his bowl. The meaning was clear. Ignoring her or trying to correct the behavior hadn’t ever worked that well.
Still, Kat didn’t want them fighting with each other. She’d much rather all that annoyance directed at her.
She rose from her seat. “I totally forgot about the rolls!” As she headed for the kitchen, sheaccidentallydropped her spoon. When she bent down, she ensured to do it slowly, reaching for the spoon and taking her sweet time to do it.
A breeze against her bare skin and the groan of one of the men behind her made her heart race, but she straightened up and headed for the kitchen. As soon as she went into it, she tried to breathe slowly, to stop her racing pulse.
Why did this excite her so much?
Because she was desperate for these games again, because she had no idea how to ask for anything which meant she had to do this to hope to get what she wanted.
And by this, she meant annoying the hell out of the three men at the table and making sure to bend over when wearing a short skirt with no panties, the idea from the filthy things Dean had whispered to her before.
And yet, amazingly, none of them had moved. It excited her, made her want to see how far she could push this before one—or hopefully all three of them—gave in. She grabbed the platter with rolls on it and brought it out, met with Bradley’s dark, predatory gaze that nearly made her trip.
Head in the game, Kat.She smiled as she set the rolls down on the center of the table, then took her seat again.
“This isn’t going to go well for you,” Bradley said.
“What isn’t? Is the food not good?” She tried for innocent but knew damned well she’d never managed that worth a damn.
Bradley pointed his fork at her. “You should thinkverycarefully exactly how far you want to push this. You’re approaching a line you can’t walk back from.”
Kat swallowed hard and met his gaze. He was trying to warn her off, trying to tell her that maybe it was a fire that would burn her, but she didn’t give a damn. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “Make me,” she whispered.
“What?” His tone made her glad she was sitting again, because she doubted her knees would hold her.
“I said make me. There are three of you, right? Maybe the odds are finally in your favor.”
A glance around the table made her hesitate for just a moment, made her wonder what the hell she was thinking. All that confidence she’d had before melted away under the intensity of the three men’s looks.
She was playing with predators and Kat knew she wanted nothing more than to watch them snap.
And judging from the way a smirk crossed Bradley’s lips, she was about to get bit…