Page 92 of By His Vow

“I’m the boss. No one tells me what to do,” he says, puffing his chest out.

“Right,” I mutter as he loads colorful veggies onto the noodles before sliding the stir-fry toward me.

“You’re a bit of a health freak,” I point out.

He takes the seat beside me before picking up his fork and twisting some noodles around it.

“I’m conscious of what I put into my body. I need it at peak performance at all times.” I scoff at that. “That doesn’t make me a freak.”

He pushes his food into his mouth, his eyes holding mine as he chews.

How is it possible that he even looks hot eating?

Wrong. So freaking wrong.

“Shame you aren’t so selective about what bodies you put yourself into,” I mutter under my breath as my eyes briefly drop to his crotch.

Jesus, is he still semi-hard down there?

I look away as quickly as I looked, my cheeks heating like I’m a teenager with my first crush.

“You sound a little jealous there, baby.”

I scoff. “Hardly. I couldn’t care less who you stick your needle dick inside. I’m more concerned about how many unsuspecting women you’re infecting.”

“Needle dick? Infecting? I’ll have you know that?—”

“Spare me,” I say, spearing a baby corn with my fork and holding it up with a smirk. “I have no interest in discussing details.”

Sticking my tongue out, I lick the drop of sauce at the end of the piece of corn.

“Mmm, delicious,” I say before sucking it into my mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see his chin drop in shock before I bite it off.

He shakes his head as he chews.

“Maybe I was wrong. The scotch was a bad idea.”

“Whoa, wait up. Did you just admit you were wrong?” I ask in astonishment.

“Maybe. I said maybe,” he argues.

“Close enough,” I mutter as I refill my fork. For all his annoyingness, he actually is a damn good cook. A hell of a lot better than Lori and me, that’s for sure.

24

KINGSTON

Ishouldn’t like having Tatum in my home as much as I seem to.

After dinner, I poured us both a glass of wine and she curled up on the couch while I tidied up. She offered to do it seeing as I did the cooking, but I wouldn’t hear of it. She’s had a day of it. She deserved to put her feet up.

By the time I joined her, her glass was half empty and she was smiling at something on the TV.

She looks good. Too fucking good.

Her simple white tank shows off her tits to perfection. It’s all I can do to keep my eyes away from her cleavage.