~ TESS ~
Killan slides his other hand up, cuffing my wrist tightly with his fingers as he whispers, “Simply Tess, I’m trying to be polite, but you’re starting to piss me off. Let go of this cylinder and move your hands. I’m not asking again.”
Frustrated, I huff, “Stop calling me that.”
He turns his head, looking at me. “Why?”
Keeping my eyes forward, staring at our interwoven hands, I try to decide how to respond.
Anyone with a reliable set of ears could hear the way he rolls the words off his tongue. He might as well be calling me Sweet Cheeks, Honey Bun, or worse—Baby Girl.
“You say it like an endearment.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“You get me about as hot as a freezer. That’s what’s wrong with it.”
The enormous lie breezes from my mouth before I can stop it. Gosh! The man is li
