Sure enough, I found his bag settled smack dab in the middle of my bed, his clothes discarded on my floor in a trail into my adjoining bathroom. The shower was running, steam creeping out of the open door, and the burly tattooed Scot was singing at full volume. Was that... “Wrecking Ball” by Miley Cyrus?
As quickly as I could, I grabbed my clothes out of my drawer, needing my own shower before my day really got started. I sure as shit wasn’t going to join him. I’d just have to use Scarlett’s bathroom this morning. The excuse of having an errant husband taking up space in mine was solid enough.
“Oh, Tink, if you’d wanted to join me, all you had to do was ask.”
His rumbled brogue had tingles racing up my spine. I swear to God, if he weren’t so frustrating, he’d be deadly to my panties. Especially after I turned around and caught sight of him bare-chested and wearing nothing but my pale pink towel around his... bits. “I had no intention of joining you. I’m here to get my clothes sincesomeonedecided to ignore my instructions. Don’t know your right from your left, Taylor? Is that something they don’t teach in Scotland?”
“I know exactly where I belong. In your room. You’re my wife.”
“In name only. That means my space is off limits.”
“I wasnae going to intrude on Scarlett’s privacy. She could have had personal items in there.”
I huffed. The nerve of this man. “Ihave personal items in there!” I gestured to the bathroom.
A wicked smirk twisted his lips. “Oh, I know. I found them.”
My cheeks heated. Them. He’d found them. “What exactly?”
“Your... toys. You left one out on the counter. It’s quite large. I didn’t think you’d be into butt stuff. Anal beads are a much more advanced kink than I expected from someone like you.”
I laughed out loud. “Anal beads? What are you talking about?”
“Your anal beads are sitting right there next to the sink. Do they vibrate or something? You forgot to plug them in to charge.”
Storming into the bathroom, I rolled my eyes as I grabbed what he mistook for anal beads. “This is a curling wand. It doesn’t go up my butt.”
“Are you sure? It looks like something you’d stick up your bum.”
“No, Taylor. It’s for my hair. God. What are you into that you’d even think that was possible?”
His laugh told me everything I needed to know. He’d been fucking with me.
“Put some clothes on. I’m going to take my shower now. When I get out, I expect you to be nowhere near this room. Got it?”
“Aye, my wee darling. I’ll get out of your hair. But... if you ever want me to teach you about the things I’m into...”
“Get the fuck out of my room.”
This was going to be impossible.
TAYLOR
Oh, this was going to be a bloody good time.
Becca was so easy to rile up. All I had to do was smirk in her general direction, and she was ready for a fight. I dressed while she turned on the shower, the thought of her naked in the bathroom doing things to my body she would be so cross about. I couldn’t help it. She was so feisty and adorable. And cardamom aside, her lips were the most kissable things I’d ever seen. I still thought about that kiss we’d shared. The only time she let me bring our bodies together. Not that I hadn’t wanted to.
If I hadn’t fucked it all up, she’d be mine right now in every way, not just this daft marriage of convenience I’d convinced myself was necessary. I was such a stupid git. I could’ve bought my way out of the contract. Could have done anything else to get out of it. Instead, I latched on to the one idea I somehow thought would be easiest.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, a text from Trick.
Trick: How’s the wife? She take kindly to you showing up with all your shit?
Me: No is too gentle a word.
Trick: Did she cut your cock off with a kitchen knife yet?
I cupped my junk instinctively.