I let out an “oof” and heard Luke say, “Just a minute,” to Sissy. He grabbed my hand and dragged me through the living room, up the stairs and to the bedroom.
I allowed this mainly because I didn’t want Sissy to hear me struggling and also I was mentally counting to ten.
When he’d closed the door to the bedroom, I turned on him.
Half-grin, Amused Luke was gone, brows drawn, Pissed Off Luke in his place.
“What was that?” I asked, foolishly ignoring Pissed Off Luke.
“I thought I made myself clear about Riley.”
“He’s my personal trainer.”
“He wants to f**k you.”
I looked at the ceiling seeking divine intervention. When none was to be had I looked back at Luke. “He’s a friend.”
“He wants to f**k you,” Luke repeated.
“Okay then, he wants to f**k me. He’s not going to f**k me. No one’s going to f**k me.”
“I’m gonna f**k you.”
I put my hands to my h*ps and leaned forward, yes now Pissed Off Ava.
“Luke, get it through your head. You and me, not… gonna… happen.”
His brows went up. “So tell me, what was that ten minutes ago?”
Hmm. He had a point.
“Temporary insanity,” I answered.
“Because you’ve sworn off men?”
Hell and damnation.
Sissy and her Pink Lady Sandy big mouth.
“Yes,” I snapped.
We stared at each other, Pissed Off Luke vs. Pissed Off Ava, the battle of the century.
Then to my surprise (and discomfort), he grinned. Not a half-grin, a full-fledged one.
I did not take this as a good sign.
“What’s with the grin?” I asked, wary.
“I like this,” he told me.
“What?”
Instead of answering my question, looking very pleased about something he said, “I’m gonna enjoy this.”
“What?” I snapped.
Again he didn’t answer my question, instead he said, “We still haven’t discussed your payment.”