Page 33 of Same Rogue
Kit frowned and waited for the punchline. Men didn’t apologize. Not ever.
“What’s your angle?”
“I really feel bad, and you’re right with all of your callouts. You aren’t being unfair. I am hot and cold. I have my reasons, but it’s still messed up on the other side of it. It’s not fair to you.”
“You…” She frowned even deeper. “Are you trying to get into my pants again?”
“Not currently but give me a few minutes and I’m sure I’ll be back to trying.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “If I go out with you, will you ghost me?”
Bridger inhaled deeply and gripped her shoulders, leveled her with a look. His eyes were darkening to a rich chocolate brown. “I don’t want to be paired with you based on some messed-up game Vic and Lyric played. But I do want to get to know you better. I for sure want to fuck you more and I know this doesn’t sound like a compliment, but when I’ve slept with other women, it’s a one-time thing and I don’t even care about their name. Listen to the truth in my voice. If you called me and said someone was messing with you, whether it’s that Chase dude at the bar, or Seth back in Alabama, I would bring absolute hell to their lives.”
“But…you barely know me.”
“I don’t think my wolf cares even one percent about that fact.”
“Are you…” She swallowed hard and straightened her spine. “Are you saying your wolf sees me?”
“Yep.” Truth.
“Oh. And you’re saying you aren’t just attracted to my pheromones or whatever is making you horny around me?”
He slumped his shoulders and chuckled. “I don’t think it’s your pheromones that are dragging my attention.”
“And you mentioned me yesterday?”
“To Matt and Gina? Yes. I went there with the sole purpose of seeing if they were okay with me moving on.”
“And they are?”
“Yes. They’re happy for me.”
She crossed her arms tighter around her middle and tipped her head this way and that, then rested her cheek for exactly two seconds onto his right hand that was still gripping her shoulder. “Well, I would say you do owe me a dinner for being so mean and ghosting me. I lost two nights of sleep over you.”
“I definitely owe you. Probably a steak dinner.”
“With two baked potatoes.”
“Maybe three,” he agreed.
“Maybe three. And creamed spinach.”
“Please don’t make me gag when I’m trying to have a moment with you.”
“Broccoli—”
“Okay this conversation is done, you can go now,” he teased.
“Maybe a side of split pea soup.”
“Oh my God, Kit. If you ever need me to lose a boner, just keep listing disgusting vegetables.”
“Six to ten medium sized brussels sprouts—”
He cupped his hand over her mouth, and his face was so close to hers now. “Shhh.”
Now, as an independent woman, she had never liked men telling her what to do, but as a little ho for this specific man, she really liked it. “Yes, sir,” she whispered behind his hand.
