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This bitch.
I shove my hands onto my hips, forgetting my palm was full of finely ground coffee, and it falls to the floor around me, landing on top of my bare feet and getting between my toes.
Well, isn’t that just perfect.
As I stand here, seething, I can’t help but remember the comment King made while he was kidnapping me, aboutliking ‘em heavy.If this is one of hisfuck buddiesthen I guess he was telling the truth, and I can stop worrying if I’m actually his type or not.
Not that he’s given me any reason to doubt the way he feels about my body.
Andrea stops right in front of him, and with her heels she’s only an inch or two shorter than King.
But, even with their similar statures, they don’t match. Because King is still in sweats and a white t-shirt, so no matter how glam this cunt is, right now, he looks like he belongs with me.
Apparently, she’s thinking the same thing, because she gives him a once over. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking so relaxed.”
When she lifts her hand, like she’s going to press it against his chest, I reach back and wrap my fingers around the heavy, metal espresso thing from where I dropped it on the counter, ready to chuck it. Not caring which one of them it hits.
But King’s not looking at her, he’s looking at me.
And the fucker is smiling.
I lift it higher, only stopping myself when he sidesteps her touch. Andrea’s fingertips barely brush against his shoulder as he strides toward me.
“Not my housekeeper,” he states.
I lower the weapon to my side, just as Andrea whirls around to follow his steps.
“This isn’t my housekeeper,” King repeats, not stopping until he’s at my side, where he drapes his warm arm across my shoulders. “This is my wife.”
Andrea laughs, but it sounds forced. “Wife? You’re joking.” She spares me a glance, “No offense.”
Lots taken, hoebag.
She’s back to where she started, on the other side of the island. But when she moves like she’s going to circle around to our side, I tighten my grip on the coffee thing.
King’s fingers spread across my shoulder, like he knows what I’m thinking and is ready to hold my arm down. “Not joking.”
Her mouth moves, her expression changing between hurt and anger. “But you said you weren’t interested in marriage.”
“I wasn’t.” I feel King shrug next to me and I feel the smallest twinge of sympathy for the woman across the counter.
I’ve been on her side of things; theI’m not looking for a relationshiponly to be dumped for someone elseside. So, I get it. It sucks. And King and I… Well, it’s not like this was a whirlwind love match. It was a whirlwind murder/kidnapping/blackmail match.
The woman scoffs, looking me up and down. “For her?”
Okay, sympathy gone. Get fucked, Andrea.
“That’s enough,” King growls.
“But––” Andrea starts.
“No,” he cuts her off. “What we had was nothing. Nothing to get upset over. Nothing worth mentioning. And if you insult my wife again, I won’t stop her from throwing that at you.” He nods down to my hand. “And I can tell you from personal experience that her aim is solid.”
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Andrea inhales sharply,and I can see an angry retort trembling on her tongue, but she just clenches her jaw, picks up her little purse and nods once before she spins on her heels and strides toward the front of the house.