They were seated at the front of a cute restaurant with a huge stage in front of them and she was smirking broadly, and Miklos still looked ready to throttle her.
“Would you stop pouting? You’re like a child.” She lifted her water glass to her lips and cast him a side eye. She had arrived back to the enclave with barely ten minutes to spare to get dressed. He had cursed her for being late telling her the taxi was waiting. When she’d come out of her unit nine minutes later dressed like s*x on heels, he had gripped his chest as if in agony and had motioned for her to return back to the room to change. She’d ignored him and gotten into the waiting cab.
“You need a smack on the ass.” He grunted near her ear.
“You threaten to do it a lot but so far, you’re a lot of talk.”
He leaned sideway
