Page 10 of Magpies & Mayhem
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“I want to know what your deal is,” I said, tossing my hair out of my face. I glanced around his room—total bachelor-pad, no scent of a woman anywhere. I’d never find a hair tie in here. I hated not having a hair tie.
“Oh sure, come on in. Window’s always open. Where are yourclothesat?” he groused.
“I can’t carry them in mybeak, Jordan.” I raised my chin and cast him a haughty look before turning and stalking over to his closet. Hanging on the closet door was an embroidery hoop with some pale fabric and the words, ‘Home is where the vampire is,’ stitched so poorly a five-year-old could have done better.Levi.I pushed the door open.
“What are you doing?” Jordan asked, giving me a side-eye.
“I’m gettingdressed.” I flipped through the clothes on his hangers. Everything looked expensive and tailored. I pulled a white dress shirt out.
“I mean, you don’t have to get dressed on my account,” he replied, and when I glowered at him over my shoulder, he was staring at my ass.
“It sure sounded like you were complaining about me not wearing clothes, so I’m putting on clothes.”
I put the shirt on and fastened the bottom three buttons, while he mumbled something like, “I wasn’t complaining.”
I ignored him, briefly considering raiding his dresser for some boxers, but whatever. My bits were covered. When I marched back to his bed to stand at the end of it, his eyes were locked on my tits, so maybe my bits weren’tthatcovered. I raised my chin. “What’s your deal?” I repeated.
Jordan slowly closed his textbook and set it down beside him. He raised an eyebrow as he leaned his head back against the high wooden headboard and draped his arm over his bent knee. It was hard not to watch his muscles flex as he moved. His chest and shoulders were nicely muscled, even with the oddly pale vampire skin. He toyed with his pack of cigarettes in his other hand, turning it around and around in his fingers as he stared at me.Still not answering my question.
I tried another one. “Since when do you smoke?” I asked, gesturing at the pack with my chin while I started to braid my hair out of my face.
He circled the pack in his fingers a few more times before answering. “It helps with the smell.”
I frowned at him while I finished my braid. Since I didn’t have a band, I jerked out a strand of hair and tied the end off with that. I didn’t have any idea what he was talking about.
He sighed before explaining further, “It makes it so I can’t smell so much. Why? You want one?” He lifted the pack.
“Smoke is bad for bird lungs.” I scrunched my nose at him. “And it stinks.”
Jordan considered me for a second with his haughty eyes. He had the most gorgeous, arrogant-looking face. Everything he did looked imperious and vain. He slowly raised his hand higher in the air, glanced to the right, and flicked the package off his fingers. It landed with a thump in the trash can next to his bed. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low.
“Do you want me to leave?”
He was quiet for a long moment before he said, “Do whatever you want.”
I adjusted the shirt and his eyes dropped to my chest again. I’d been a gangly, knobby kid until I’d had my glow up as a teen. I’d liked the attention from guys sometimes, but mostly I was just proud of how physically capable I’d become. That said, I certainly wasn’t against Jordan looking at me. He could look all he wanted.
“I already told you what I’m doing here. I want to know why you’re acting like you don’t know me. Why you got pissed and left the other night, and yet, you’ve been stalking me around Dry Gulch.” I crossed my arms under my breasts, forcing them up higher.
Jordan narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m not stalking you.”
I narrowed my eyes back.Then why can I smell you following me?I wanted to ask, but his shoulders had gotten tense. In fact, as I watched him, his whole body was getting tense.
I thought for a moment while letting my eyes linger on his sprawled legs and his black boxer briefs—which did great things for his…bulge—a little longer. He wasn’t the hulking, burly type of guy I normally went for. He was lean, and sturdy, and pretty, while still being masculine and a little menacing. Something about him just did it for me. Laid out as he currently was, he looked like a feast, and I was starting to feel hungry. I wondered what his skin tasted like. I had an impish impulse to find out, and I had terrible impulse control. “I’m curious about something,” I said, placing my knee on the end of his bed. His eyes widened slightly as I prowled toward him with mischief in my eyes.
“Sidney, I don’t know what you’re doing, but this isn’t a good idea,” he said as I settled between his legs. I stopped where I was as he lifted a hand to stay my approach, but his eyes were still transfixed on my tits.
I tried not to grin. “I love bad ideas.”
He huffed a laugh, but it wasn’t humorous. “You don’t get it. I could really hurt you. I get in trouble with the guys all the time for breaking stuff. I don’t know how to control it even after several years.” He shook his head. “This isn’t safe, Sid.” He cast a quick glance at his closed bedroom door.
Well, that was a challenge if I ever heard one.
Maybe I liked to be hurt a little. He didn’t know my life. I squinted at him, considering. Vampires did have their own set of complications… and Jordan had always had a quick temper and not a lot of control, but in the end, I decided, “I’m a big girl. And I’m completely capable of deciding what I should and shouldn’t be doing. Of course, if you want me to stop, I will. So, let’s play a game.” I leaned forward again, halting once more when he tensed.
