“Like what?”
“Like you want to rip my dress off.”
“Who says I don’t?”
Unable to hold back, I blurted, “Whose dress did you rip off last night? Who was your last hurrah, Tristian? Some young model who can barely drink?”
“Jealousy looks good on you, kitten.”
“I’m not jealous. I’m just curious.”
The last thing I wanted to do was stroke his ego, so it was definitely the booze that was talking for me.
Stupid bourbon.
He pushed off the wall. “I’ll tell you when you say please.”
“You’re asking me to beg you to tell me who you had sex with last night?”
Our eyes connected, and he didn’t say a word.
I had no choice, giving him what he wanted. “Please.”
“See,” he bit. “Was that so hard?”
“I gave you what you wanted, now answer my question.”
“If you gave me what I wanted, you’d already be naked and riding my cock.” Once he was standing in front of me, he argued, “What if I was with someone last night?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me.”
“You think I could do that? Fuck another woman the night before I’m marrying you?”
“Why not? You used to have sex with different girls all the time before you’d see me.”
“You think you have me all figured out, don’t you?”
“I know you more than I want to.”
“Says the woman who is now my wife.”
“Are you going to answer my question?”
“I thought I just did.”
“So you did hook up with someone?”
Waiting for his response was pure and utter torture until he finally revealed, “I haven’t fucked anyone since we got engaged.”
“You’re lying.”
“I can’t win with you, can I?”
“That’s all this is to you. It’s all I’ve ever been to you. One big game you can’t win.”
“You’re carrying my last name, kitten. I already won.”
“You always knew the right things to say.”