The sound of her angry shouts from the bathroom brings a smile to my face.
Call me a sadist, but my balls tingle at the thought of seeing the fire in her f*****g eyes as she questions the outfit I had prepared for her.
I moved slowly up the stairs, being careful to be light on my feet. I didn’t want to tip her off that I was coming, nor did I want to give her the satisfaction of having me running like a dog at her feet.
“What can I do for you, Reaper?” I crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe and placing a stoic expression on my face.
Her brows pinched together and then, the fire ignited in those icy, steel eyes. And f**k me, it was hot.
Her hand shot out, revealing the little accessory that I had so much fun choosing.
“You think this is some kind of f*****g joke?” she
