Page 40 of Bourbon Sins
“Are you always this moody?”
“Are you always this nosy?” he countered.
“If I said yes, would you answer my questions?”
“No.”
It was standoff. He expected me to ask something else, but I didn’t. I wanted him to stop being an ass and actually try to have a decent conversation with me. We stared at each other and I saw his eyes roam over my body. He stopped at my legs, where my robe rode dangerously high. His eyes blazed with heat and, at that moment, an aching throb took place between my legs.
Holy shit, I wanted Kace to fuck me right here on this damn box that was starting to cut through my ass.
The tension was extremely thick in the room, and it wasn’t because Kace had been working out. No, it was undoubtedly the sexual tension that had been building between us ever since the moment we met at the café in the French Quarter.
My breathing began to pick up as Kace continued to take in my entire body, from head to fucking toe. I could practically feel his breath on me as he caressed me with his eyes. I wanted him and I wanted him badly. The strange thing was, I knew he wanted me too.
I got up from the box and started toward him, but that was when Kace looked away and turned his back toward me. As if my movements snapped him out of the lust-induced coma we were just in.
“Kace . . .”
“Don’t,” he said, as he set his boxing gloves on a shelf and turned back around. There were a good couple of feet between us, but it still felt like he was only inches away. “Stay away from me, Goldie.”
It was strange to hear him use my real name, since I was used to everyone using my Jett Girl name. My God-given name sounded almost foreign to me now.
“I just want to get to know you better, that’s all. Maybe if we got to know each other, we could be friends.”
“You don’t want to be my friend.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. I’m not someone to hang out with, Goldie. I do fucked-up shit.”
I walked closer as he leaned himself against the wall and ate me up with his eyes. Shit, I was about to combust.
“What kind of shit?” I stepped closer.
“Shit that almost wound me up in jail, where I would currently be rotting away, if Jett hadn’t covered my ass.”
I stopped moving forward as I took in what Kace just told me. Jail? What the hell could he have done that would have put him in jail?
“Just stay away,” he continued. “You have other things to worry about besides trying to be my friend.”
“You’re not just going to push me away like that.”
Before I knew it, I was pushed against the wall closest to me, with my arms pressed to my sides and Kace’s face inches from mine. I couldn’t fucking breathe, and not because he was pressing down on my lungs, but because he absorbed all the air around us.
When he was this close, I was able to look into his deep, soulful blue eyes. They were damaged, just like mine. He was hiding some kind of demons and by the way he seethed with anger, he was not about to let them out.
“Listen to me and listen to me good, stay the fuck out of my business. I am here for one reason and that is to make sure you girls stay in line. I am not here to be your friend and I sure as hell don’t want you to be mine, so drop it.”
I gulped as he pushed me to the side, grabbed his towel, and started to walk away.
Chapter Eighteen
“Speechless”
GOLDIE / LO
The shock that ran through my body from Kace’s action slowly faded, and anger took its place. As he retreated, I pulled my head out of my ass and ran after him.
