Rock Chick Reawakening (Rock Chick 0.5)(61)

He wanted this conversation done so she would play with him. He wanted the preliminaries over so they’d get to the good stuff.

He wanted her.

She stared into those blue eyes and for a moment felt mesmerized.

For God’s sake, Leigh, she berated herself in an effort to pull it together. Rainbow?

“Olivier,” she prompted.

“I’m open to anything,” he confirmed.

She threw her hand out, indicating the padded vault, the displayed tack . . . the stall.

“Anything?” she pushed.

He held her gaze like a dare. “Anything.” Again his lips twitched. “Mistress.”

She quieted and took him in.

Aryas would not let a voyeur past the front door. Amélie fancied he’d paid secret spy guys like the gentleman in the Bond film who created all the devices that got James out of a bind to set up a force field that would instantly eject anyone who wished to use the Bee’s Honey as a curiosity or to get their rocks off observing and not participating (thus not embracing the lifestyle). Certainly not someone who found the whole thing amusing.

“Am I amusing you?” she whispered, the whisper holding a tremor that was not of fear but of anger.

His face set hard and his two words were so firm, the boulders again came tumbling.

“Absolutely not.”

“Then can you explain your humor?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Sure. You are un-f*cking-believably beautiful. You’re also un-f*cking-believably hot. But I wouldn’t guess with the acres that make all of you, every inch of it so damned sweet, you’re a walking wet dream, that when you get riled you’re also un-f*cking-believably cute. And there is no way in f*ck five minutes ago, you told me a gorgeous redhead was gonna lead me to a room and make me her pony, I would be cool with that. But standin’ here with you, I’m totally f*ckin’ cool with that.”

It took a good deal, and she expended every bit of effort she needed to accomplish it, but at his final two points, Amélie didn’t blink.

Instead, she decided to finish this part up.

Immediately.