Big Bad Wolfie

10) Loopholes Galore

  "Fine," he responded to my 'don't expect hopeful looks' statement. "But you're gonna do as I say."

  "Why?" I questioned.

  "You're on thin ice with what you've already pulled." His grip slid down to my throat as he remembered how I screwed things up for him.

  My mind went blank for a split second.

  When it came back it was in defense mode.

  I suddenly didn't care his hand — the hand of the man who's meant to be the love of my life — was gripping my throat.

  It's useful having a switch that can do stuff like that.

  "Don't wear it any thinner," he brought me closer and held my neck tighter.

  But I'm also realizing, even though he just tightened it, his grip's not enough to do any real damage.

  He's not trying to hurt me.

  The urge to smirk came back.

  Softy.

  "You are going to walk back in there with me and pretend you didn't know what you were talking about. You were just babbling on a hunch."

  I snorted, "Yeah, that may be a little hard, considering I identified what it was he was trading and all that fun stuff. Also, I'm not the type to 'babble on a hunch', and people know that."

  "Well, you are now." He looked me in the eye, saying — without even really saying — there's no argument to be had. This is it.

  And I decided to throw him the bone and keep my mouth shut. This time.

  His stormy eyes calmed down a bit. He's back to iron man with the silver eyes.

  I can't decide which are more attractive.

  Or maybe my favorites can be the ones that light up with the boyish grin. Or the ones that freeze what they're doing to look at me with sparkles in them.

  The thought of any of them makes me melt.

  And it's freaking terrifying, but it's okay, they're still REALLY pretty, and they're all attached to his really pretty face.

  "Next, you do not speak unless you are spoken to. And when you do, keep it short."

  He took my silence and bored look as a sign to continue.

  "Don't step out of line." He bored his gaze into me.

  After a moment of that, I rolled my eyes. "Y'know, I may test my limits like a toddler, but I'm not actually one. You don't have to speak to me like it," I raised my eyebrow at him.

  His eyebrow rose, hand still gripping my throat ever so careful not to harm me, but tight enough to cause discomfort, "Well, the last time I assumed something and instructed you normally, you screwed it up, so now I've learned from my mistakes and am making adjustments."

  We had a blank face stare off to see who could be more unamused by the other.

  Then I got bored and smiled a clearly strained and bitter sweet smile. "Deal."

  He gave a swift nod, placed his hand on its usual place on the back of my neck, then yanked me out of the car after him.

  When did he have time to open the door?

"What is your deal with dragging me around places?" I glared at him.

"Hush! Just fix yourself," he let go and waved his arm in a gesture towards me.