Wait. What? “Why would she think that?”
“Because of yesterday. When you leaned over me and tried to lay down the law. She thought we were in a relationship. And she felt terrible because she was worried that you might have cheated on me. With her.”
His mouth opened. Shut. “What? I haven’t . . . she and I just . . . “
“Kissed. I know. After I cleared up the fact that I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man on Earth, no offense.”
How could he not take offense?
“Which means the road is now clear for you two to do more than just kiss. You should ask her on a date.”
“I’m not asking her on a date.”
“Why not? She’s cute, she’s smart, and she’s into you. You even have stuff in common.”
“Stuff in common?” he asked.
“Yeah, law stuff. You both like taking down criminals. So you’ll have things to talk about. Just, try not to lecture her. Or talk too much. You know, women want you to actually listen rather than going on and on and on.”
Right. He was the one who liked going on and on. Sure.
“I’m not asking her on a date, Kiesha.”
“Why not?”
“None of your business.”
She huffed out a breath. “Rude. Fine. Well, if you’re not going to ask her out on a date, that gives me an idea.”
What idea? What was she doing? She rummaged around in her oversized, bright yellow, faux-leather handbag and drew out her phone. The phone case had a picture of Winnie the Pooh stuck in a jar of honey with just his legs and ass sticking out.
Suddenly, she held it up in front of his face. “No, that’s no good. Can you smile?”
“Why would I smile?”
“Because in this photo you look all serious. Like you’re contemplating murdering someone.”
That’s because he was definitely contemplating murdering someone.
“If you smile, you’ll look years younger. Closer to your actual age.”
“Kiesha,” he growled. How had Georgina ever thought that they were together?
“Yeah?”
“Why are you taking a photo of me?” he asked as calmly as he could.
“Because I can’t create it without a photo of you.”
“Can’t create what?”
“Your Tinder profile, of course. Now, what would you say your interests are? Taking down bad guys and lecturing people. Hmm, maybe we shouldn’t put that second part. This could take some creative license. Ho
w about a hard worker and very industrious? No. That just makes you sound boring.”
“Kiesha.” He used his Dom voice. He didn’t use it on her often. He didn’t think it was fair to do so when he wasn’t her Dom. Most people might not see her submissive side. They’d just see her big personality and that sassy mouth. But he knew that there was a lot she hid. A lot of pain. As well as a Little side.
However, he needed her attention fully focused on him right now. Because this was important.