Page 118 of Indecent Lies

“Oh? I got my bank account back. But never mind that, Tait, you’ll never guess…”

“Did you know there’s 15 candy bars in the fridge drawer?” Walking toward her, he hauled all her bags in two hands, easy as that, and dropped them onto the couch for her, she trailed behind him, intent on telling him what just happened. But he was distracting.

“What? Yeah, I needed chocolate last night while you were in the apartments downstairs so I went to that little store on the corner. I used that twenty dollars you left on the side; I owe you.”

He laughed lightly, looking like a runway model with rugged man like features.

“Little girl, let’s just assume my money is yours at this point, okay?”

She nodded, stressed and swooning a tiny bit seeing him dressed in what she called his biker clothes. Dark distressed jeans, the wallet chain hanging around his hips and a long-sleeved black undershirt. The sleeves pushed to his elbows; he was showing his arm veins like an attention seeking manslut.

Before she could get a word in, he went on. “Does anyone need that many candy bars?”

Of all the…. She blinked and gaped up at him towering over her, every other thought fled the building because of the blasphemous thing he’d just said with a straight face.

“Says the man who dislikes chocolate.” He shrugged. It was the one thing about his teen self that she wasn’t enamored by. Tait was crazy. “What kind of person hates chocolate? It’s insane, you’re not normal, Tait. You might have something internally wrong with you.”

He smirked and made things so much worse by adding. “I like fruit.”

“You are crazy. Fruit and chocolate are not the same thing. I can’t believe I’ve had sex with a chocolate hater.”

This made Tait laugh.

It brought her back to normal and she tried to shush him with her hands on his chest when he grabbed. “Listen, Tait.”

“No one was complaining about what I ate last night.”

A pulse of heat went right through her.

He spoke the truth.

He’d crawled beneath the comforter and stayed there until Poppy screamed with her legs shaking.

She playfully batted his chest and buried her burning face.

“More chocolate for you, little girl. I’ll stick to gorging on your beautiful pussy.” His shirt was the softest thing she’d ever felt and thank God, it hid her gleeful embarrassment.

He called her vagina beautiful. She’d worn diamonds and designer dresses and that was maybe the best compliment she’d ever received.

But yet again, the gorgeous smelling man was distracting her.

Especially his ass grabbing hands, so she blurted.

“That Russian guy was just outside.”

Every inch of humor on Tait’s face fell away.

“What the fuck.”

“He talked to me.”

“What the actual fuck? He was here? Outside? And he fucking talked to you?”

She quickly went through it.

And that’s when, no word of a lie, she felt the air turn cold surrounding his big body. Standing unnaturally still, with his head hanging low and his eyes darkly hooded, she felt the air turn frigid.

“He fucking touched you?”