Mace pushed me in the passenger seat of one of the four black Explorers parked in the al ey. He got in the driver’s side and we took off.
I held myself stiff, wondering at his mood which, figuring this was Mace, was probably not happy.
I glanced to the side and saw he was smiling ful on, white teeth and al .
“Why are you smiling?” I asked.
He looked at me then back at the road, his smile not wavering.
Then he answered, “I’ve decided I like your set list, Kitten.”
“You do?”
“Yeah,” he said then expanded on his answer. “Not one f**kin’ song you played tonight had anything to do with the word ‘black’.”
Shitsofuckit!
I total y forgot!
Chapter Thirteen
You Want In Here?
Stella
The minute we got back to my place, Mace took Juno out for a bathroom break.
I took the fastest shower in history.
I did not need to be na**d with Mace in the house.
Further, Mace and I needed to talk.
It was time. No more effing around.
It was three o’clock in the morning and I was exhausted, coasting on fumes from the high of the gig not to mention my ridiculous, gig-ending stage dive, a memory which I knew would be cringe-worthy for the rest of my effing life.
But Mace and I stil needed to talk and we were going to do it.
I jumped out of the shower, toweled down, wrapped the towel around my hair, put on my robe and hightailed it out of the bathroom just as I heard Juno and Mace return.
Mace was activating the alarm when I left the bathroom. I ignored him and moved quickly toward my dresser, seeing to priorities (as in, getting dressed). I had a pair of sky-blue lace hipsters in my hand when I heard him approach. I was about to bend over and put them on when I saw his hand come around me, he snatched the panties from my fingers and tossed them on my chair.
I whirled around. “What are you doing?”
I didn’t need to ask. I knew what he was doing.
He grinned, his hand coming up to yank the towel from my hair.
I planted my hands on my h*ps and tossed my head to get my hair out of my face as he threw the towel in the direction of my panties.
“Mace, what are you doing?” I repeated.
“Gonna f**k you, babe.”
Oh dear.
He had that look about him, that look I liked, that look that turned me on.