“You want to know what she tastes like?” The man is eyeing me with suspicion. I’m a swing away, which means I could knock him out if I tried, but I don’t because I’m a grown-ass man, and there is nothing more demeaning than learning that the hottest woman at this event isn’t yours. “She tastes like me.” Shock moves over his face, and I smile with confidence. “It’d be best if you remembered that.” I turn around and look directly at Scottie’s hidden smile. My hand falls to hers before I say over my shoulder, “Oh, and if you ever talk to my wife, it better be with fucking respect.”
