Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Shit. She winced. Why did she mention Loki? What was she thinking?
Totally uncool, Isa. Mentioning one man while out with another.
“One.” Remy held up a finger and she stared at him. “I do not care if you mention Loki while you’re with me.”
He didn’t? Wow, he was such a good guy.
“Two. You are not ever to call yourself names.”
Huh?
“What do you mean?” she asked, confused.
“I could be wrong, but I’m guessing you were calling yourself a selfish bitch?”
She blanched. “Oh, crap. I said that out loud?”
His face darkened. “You did. You need to have more respect for yourself. We’ve had this conversation before, but it doesn’t seem to have sunk in.”
“Um, yeah, you might have mentioned that.”
“So what do you think we should do about what you just said, Isa?”
She didn’t know! Why was he asking her? It seemed to be a trick question.
“Um, how would you feel about forgetting it?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t feel good.”
“But you don’t even know why I said it,” she protested. “I could have a perfectly good reason.”
“All right. Why did you say it?”
She groaned and dropped her head back. At least they had a table at the rear of the restaurant where it was darker. So hopefully, no one was looking at her making a fool of herself.
Remy had picked her up in his big truck about an hour ago. Loki hadn’t been home when she’d left, but she understood that even if it upset her.
She wore a pale pink dress that ended just above her knees. It was tiered with a sweetheart neckline. She’d paired it with her favorite cowboy boots that had a pink lace insert along the side.
Loki had bought her these boots.
Shoot. Stop, you idiot.
“I don’t want to tell you that,” she finally told him.
What else could she say? That she’d been thinking of ways to convince him and Loki to share her?
Yeah. Nope.
Not happening.
She dropped her head, her gaze hitting his face. He didn’t look happy.
Remy narrowed his eyes. “You don’t want to tell me. But you did call yourself a selfish bitch. Which is against the rules. How do you think we should deal with that?”
“I don’t think I have rules.”
“We all have rules, baby. It’s just that you have someone to enforce them. If you agree to that sort of power exchange, that is.”
“I don’t think I can do that right now.”
He nodded, not looking surprised. “I want to push you, but I also don’t want to lose you.”
God. He said all the right things. She wanted to say yes. To have another date. That she wanted to enter into the sort of relationship he was talking about.
One where she let someone else see her Little. Someone who would understand.
She wondered what he would be like in bed. Definitely dominant. Completely in charge.
Oh God. She was getting turned on. She pressed her legs together. He was gazing at her expectantly and she needed to get this chat back on track.
Before he realized she was freaking horny!
This was so embarrassing.
“Lose me?” she asked.
He shrugged. “It could happen. I know I’m lucky I got you to agree to this. At first, I thought you didn’t want me . . .”
“It’s not that.”
This time, his smile was filled with heat. “Always nice to hear.”
“It’s just, it’s complicated.”
“I know it is. Isa?”
“Yeah?” She glanced up from her wine, which she had yet to touch to look at him.
“I’m going to work on uncomplicating it, all right? Just have a bit of faith.”
“What? How can you uncomplicate it?” If he really knew the reason for it being complicated, he wouldn’t say that.
Well, not unless his way of uncomplicating things was to kill Loki.
But nah.
“Then he’d be in jail and I’d have no one.”
“Hmm. Not sure I’m even gonna touch that one. But if you think I’m planning on doing something that will land me in jail, rest assured that’s not going to happen.”
Oh good.
Not that she’d actually thought that. But there had been a tiny niggle in the back of her head.
“You need to stop worrying. I don’t like it. And I won’t have it.”
She huffed a breath out, unable to stop her smile. “Do you ever listen to what you say?”
“All the time. I like the sound of my own voice.”
Isa laughed. “Do you? That’s a surprise considering I rarely heard it until recently.”
“Just don’t give up faith, yeah?”
“I don’t see how you can do anything. But all right.”
“I know you’re just humoring me. But I’ll take it.”
“At least you’ve stopped talking about spanking me,” she muttered. Then she slammed her hand over her mouth. She really did not mean to say that out loud.
“Oh, I’ll never stop that.” Amusement filled his face. “It’s too much fun seeing you squirm.”
Yeah, that wasn’t the only reason she was squirming.
“So you’re all talk, no action?”