Chapter 11

He tilts his head to the side. "I don't think she's the one who's jealous. What did you think we were going to be doing up here, Kylie?"

I shiver when he says my name.

"Did you think we're going to sleep together?"

"No." My lie isn't very convincing. I should know. I was trained to lie. "Not at all."

His gaze drops to my breast, and he raises his eyebrows, as if making a point. His eyes are light blue again almost silver.

Mémé's change like that. Sometimes they look chocolate brown, like mine, other times they are golden. I look down my freakin nipples are standing out so far they show through my bra and T-shirt. Damn.

I cross my arms over my chest to hide them.

"Look we're both adults. You invited me up here. Show me what you're going to show me, and I'll tell you what I think."

"You think you're ready?"

I saunter to his desk and plant my hands on it, leaning in. "King, I've been ready for you my entire life." For a moment, King regards me. He pivots, squiring off to face me. He se