I don’t have time to turn, because Kat lunges at me.
“Stop!” she shouts. “Stop that! What are you doing?!”
She grabs the bowl too forcefully, and I let it go and the green curry flies into the air, spraying both of us.
I look down at my shirt, then at her dress, the smell of curry thick between us, anger even thicker as I stare at her and she at me, both of us breathing heavily like bulls at a corrida.
Da fuck!
I am trying to control myself, buthereyes burn like furnaces. Like I am at fault here.
Is she about to cry? Good.Thanks for the date, sweetheart!
“I invited you for dinner,” I say as calmly as I possibly can though it comes out like a grunt. “You stood me up.” No, my blood is on fucking fire.
“But—”
“I was trying to be nice.” I take a step toward her. “You wanna act like a teenager—fine. No dinners. Got it.”
I’m boiling with spite.
“Teenager?” She gapes at me like I just gave her the biggest insult ever. “Oh, that’s rich. I am a teenager?” She stabs her green-curry chest with her forefinger. “How about acting like a prick?” Her eyes shoot murderous fire at me. “Again. And as always. Because you don’t know how to act any other way. Nice and charming when you want to get your dick wet. But in the office, your little pink slut shuts the door in my face, and you don’t say a word like I am a cleaning lady there. A secretary? Sure. That’s my job. Then don’t expect adate, because maybe I have other plans with people who don’t think of me as their fuck-toy and have a little more respect.”
“What?” I frown. I have no idea what she is talking about.
“You treat other employees with respect. I am the only one you look down on in the office, knowing that I spread my legs when needed and don’t squeak when you are busy. Fine. Wanna fuck? Sure, I’ll fuck one more time. After this, I’ll find someone else to entertain myself with. Someone who is nicer and doesn’t turn his back on me afterward.”
I see red.
She wants to fuck others?
Not a chance.
I step into her slowly. “You won’t fuck anyone but me, kitten.” I take another step, and she doesn’t move, her nostrils flaring with anger. “That’s a rule while you are here, understood? You are mine. And no one else on this island touches you.”
Her laughter is so evil that it makes my insides twist. “What is this? Fifty shades of possessiveness? Try me, Mr. Chancellor.”
“Stop with this Mr. Chancellor shit.”
“Did I miss the small print, Archer? Where it said we are exclusive?”
“Don’t play with me.”
“Oh, no playing? No fucking then. Got it. So there won’t be any competition for others.”
I step into her so fast that she doesn’t have a moment to blink when I smash my mouth into hers.
I kiss her like I want to eat her from the inside out. So she knows that she is not fucking anyone but me. Not until I am done with her.
This was uncalled for. Whatever drama she conjured is made out of thin air. I should be done with this shit show that makes us both crazy and irrational.
Except I can’t stay away.
“No one but me, got it?” I hiss and smash my mouth to hers again to prove my point.
Our kiss is a battle. Her hands fist my shirt and pull me closer. She grazes me with her teeth, and I go feral, pushing her back and slamming her against the wall.
“Fuck you, Archer,” she hisses, losing her breath, but in a moment, kisses me again.