“What about this?” After twisting around in front of him, I pause to take in the quirk of his brow. With a huff, he eases back in his chair, stretching his arm over it in a way that makes me want to crawl into his lap. “If that’s the one you like.” “Seriously? You’re not going to throw one of those possessive and jealous alpha male fits, like something out of a mafia romance?” “You’re free to wear whatever you like, catin. Just as I’m free to kill anyone who looks at you in it.”
