Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

“Reagan, will you look at me?”

Didn’t he realize she wanted to be on her own? To have some peace and quiet to calm herself.

“Reagan. Damn it. Look at me.”

That deep, commanding voice sent a shiver of desire across her skin.

Two large hands landed on her waist, spinning her. Even though she knew who it was, she couldn’t stop the screech that erupted from her. Without thinking, she brought her hand down and bopped him on the nose with her teaspoon. She stared from the teaspoon to Tiny, who watched her incredulously. Jesus. This was not the sort of man you smacked with a teaspoon.

She didn’t know whether to apologize or start running.

Then he stepped back and let out a loud bark of laughter. He rubbed his nose. “First time I’ve been hit with a teaspoon. Next time upgrade to a fork.”

“Sorry.” She dropped the teaspoon, grateful he saw the funny side, even if she wasn’t just yet. “I…you—” Crap, why couldn’t she get out a full sentence?

He’d sobered by now, and she was having trouble deciphering the expression on his face. Was he angry at her? Annoyed? Upset? Urgh, she just couldn’t tell.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have grabbed you.”

Now she was the one surprised. “Umm, you just gave me a fright. I—I have to make coffee.” She knew she was acting like a complete weirdo. She wouldn’t be surprised if he was gone by the time she turned around. Normal people didn’t hit other people with teaspoons then insist on making coffee.

But then, she didn’t claim to be normal.

“All right, honey. You make coffee.” Now there was an almost tender note to his voice. And why was he calling her honey? She nearly groaned out loud, she was so confused. She’d hoped making coffee would calm her down, but when she turned to hand him his cup, she found her hand was still trembling.

He frowned slightly, and she wondered why.

“Sorry I don’t have any cookies. We ate them all yesterday.”

“That’s okay. I don’t usually eat cookies.”

“Neither do I. I only keep them for company. And I don’t usually have any company except for Tara and Alex. Most people find me weird. And they’re full of fat and sugar and empty calories.”

“People?”

“No cookies.”

He winked at her, and she guessed he’d just been teasing. Surprisingly, she found herself relaxing. “Sorry, I ramble sometimes.”

He didn’t answer. She guessed he wished she’d shut up. They both drank their coffee.

“You ready to tell me yet?” he asked suddenly, making her jump.

“Tell you what?”

“What’s making you so jumpy.”

She bit her lip. “Can’t get anything past you, huh?”

His lips twitched then he dropped his gaze to his coffee. When he raised his face once more, his face was serious. “No. You can’t.”

Sighing, she moved into the living room, gesturing for him to follow.

Tiny grinned now that her back was turned. The morning had been busy, and it wasn’t even nine yet. He still couldn’t believe he’d kissed her. Or how she’d fit so perfectly into his arms. She’d tasted like coffee and cream.

Absolutely delicious.

It had been totally inappropriate. He was working. He wasn’t supposed to kiss the client. Damn, she had the most kissable lips, though. And he wanted more.