Chapter 97

Dexter

Primal possessiveness stirred up within me while I patiently waited for her response.

"What if I said I have one?" A flirtatious smile crept to the crook of her lips as she batted her lashes at me.

"I don't think I'll like that." I stated as a matter of fact.

Her eyes widened as she wiped her lips with a paper towel. "Why won't you like that? You are not even my friend, yet." She dragged on which only fueled my jealousy—no, not jealousy, maybe it was something else.

I couldn't harbor such feelings that could make any man unreasonable. But I definitely didn't want any man...