The King (Gentlemen Rogues 2)

I had to laugh. "My fault? You should be apologizing to me. Or rather to my balls."

Jason laughed and then the other guard… What was his name? Hector? I'd only seen him a few times. He smirked at me. "Oh yeah, she put you on your arse, huh?"

“I almost had her."

They both glanced at each other and chuckled. Jason shook his head. “I promise you, King, you didn't almost have her."

I pushed to my feet and glanced at her.

She smirked. “I was taking it easy on you."

“You wish."

"No, you wish. How are your balls right now?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. How could she be so beautiful and so irritating? She was staring at me too. I couldn't explain it. Something about her face transformed from lively and heated to cold disdain.

"Next time, stay out of my way." Then she turned to Hector. “You might as well lead the way. If you're going to tell him, I'd rather get it over with tonight, so at least the yelling can only last so long."

Hector shrugged. "Can you put King back where he belongs?"

Jason nodded. And just like that, without a second glance back toward me, she was being led away by Hector. And my gaze, moron that I was, immediately dropped to her arse, noting it was just enough to overflow in my hands. Fucking hell. Why couldn't I do anything easy?

Why the fuck did I want the one woman I'd seen here who was intent on killing me?