was coming,” I said irritably. Fingers handcuffed around my wrist, Barrons dragged me toward the stairs. “What part of ‘directly’ didn’t you understand?” “Same part of ‘play well with others’ you never understand, O cantankerous one,” I muttered. He laughed, surprising me. I never know what’s going to make him laugh. At the oddest moments, he seems to find humor in his own bad temper. “I’d be a lot less cantankerous if you admitted you wanted to fuck me and we got down to it.” Lust ripped through me. Barrons said “fuck” and I was ready. “That’s all it would take to put you in a good humor?”
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