Page 37 of Broken Lies
I purposefully let my eyes roam over her outfit once again just to piss her off. “You’re welcome to objectify me all you want, princess.”
“Urgh, enough with theprincesscrap. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly dripping in diamonds and gold.”
I tuck my hands into my pockets. “Is that your way of saying that you want a different nickname?”
Riley Walsh might be trying to implode my life, but I can’t deny that winding her up is starting to quickly become a favorite pastime of mine.
“I’d rather you just called me Riley or nothing at all.”
“How aboutWifeyinstead?”
Riley’s eyes turn murderous as she places her hands on her hips, once again drawing my attention to her mouthwatering curves.
“Excuse me?”
“What? You’re going to be my wife, after all. You might as well embrace it.”
“We’repretending. And that nickname is obscene.”
“Obscene?” I laugh under my breath. “Sweetheart, if you thinkWifeyis obscene, you’re gonna have a real hard time surviving this marriage. But fine, what about Sugar Lips?”
“I will smother you in your sleep.”
“Kinky.”
“Are you always this vulgar?”
“I’m not sure, but I’d be willing to test the theory.”
“You know what? Go back toPrincess. At least that one doesn’t make me want to scream.”
“I’m sure it could, in the right context…”
Her breath hitches, and I know I’ve taken the upper hand.
Riley Walsh might think she has all the power here, but I’m starting to learn which buttons to push that have her body reacting to me in a way that I know makes her want to submit.
While I have absolutely no intention of taking her to my bed, that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with her outside of the bedroom…
“As much as I’m enjoying this little back and forth, we need to get going. My lawyer bills by the second, and unless you’re willing to cover the check, I suggest you get your ass in the damn car.”
Riley scowls before snatching up the second half of her sandwich and coming to meet me by the elevator.
“You’re not eating that in my car.”
“But I’m hungry.” She looks up at me under her lashes.
“You can starve.” I’m not falling for the sad puppy eyes.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.” I snatch the remaining half of a sandwich out of her hand and wolf it down myself.
“Kieran! What the hell!”
“I was hungry,” I say with my mouth full.
“I’m putting a clause in this contract that protects all of my future sandwiches from your greedy hands,” she mutters under her breath as we step onto the elevator, and I smother a laugh.
