Brody is standing just outside the fence on my property. His face is clean-shaven, and his hair is shorter than the last time I saw him. In a dark suit, he’s very out of place here.
“I just want to talk. Can I take you to a late dinner or to get a drink or something?”
“No,” I say as I continue to hold on to Grumpy, the only dog I have that isn’t fully trained yet. My negative energy transfers through my body to his, the longer I hold him, getting him even more worked up as he fights to try to get to the intruder.
Brody looks down at the dog I’m holding on to. “He friendly?” he asks as he puts his hand on the gate.
“No, he’s not friendly. Especially toward men he feels are intruders.” I let him jump forward a little bit in my hands as I continue to hold on to him. He growls fiercely, making Brody hesitate.
Brody frowns. “What would it take to get you to talk to me?”
I laugh deviously. “There is nothing you could do to get me to talk to you.”
“I hurt you that bad, huh?”
“No, I just don’t give a shit about you. You aren’t even supposed to be here. You were supposed to be out of my life after the week, remember?”
“I didn’t get my last fuck in.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Yours.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Seriously? It wasn’t my fault. It was yours! You were the one who said you would come to the airport and didn’t. It seems you got your last fuck in just fine, just not with me.”
He grins. “So, you do care.”
“No,” I lie.
“You were the one who went running home to Gabe. You were the one who cut our time short.” He looks at the dogs. “So, which one is Gabe anyway?”
My eyes darken. He thinks Gabe is one of my animals. Now, it’s my turn to hurt him.
“This is Grumpy. That’s Ernie, Sherbet, and Lady.”
He frowns. “So, Gabe is a cat.”
“Tommy, Jordan, and Ruffus.”
“A horse?”
“Blondie, Pumpkin, and Sandy.”
“The other animals?”
I smile. “Nope.”
He runs his hand through his short hair before rubbing his neck. “You aren’t going to tell me who Gabe is, are you?”
“Not likely, no. I like that you have too many thoughts going through your head right now as you try to figure it out. And it’s driving you crazy.”
He smirks. “It’s not driving me crazy. Not having your mouth sucking my cock—that is what is driving me crazy. I just want to know who Gabe is, so I know when to duck when he takes a swing at me.”
“That’s not happening.”
“Which part? Because I guarantee that your lips are going to be wrapped around my dick by the end of the night.”
I shake my head. “You’re still so cocky, aren’t you? We are done. I don’t want anything to do with you.”