I didn’t hear from him for two days.
So I tested him.
Friday night, I walked into the club during his shift, wearing nothing but a sheer black dress and a smile. I acted like I hadn't noticed him as I leaned over the counter. I ordered a drink from another bartender, and laughed too hard at his joke, playfully touching his arm and flirting with my eyes.
I could feel Jace’s eyes from across the room.
Good.
Now I was home, in my robe, sipping wine on the couch when the knock came.Not a knock, actually.
A bang.
I opened the door. He was already inside.
“Hello to you too,” I said.
“You think this is a game?” His voice was low, deadly.
“It started as one.”
“You disobeyed.”
“Oh?” I blinked innocently. “Didn’t realize you’d given orders.”
He stepped in and slammed the door shut behin
