TWENTY-ONE
With a hand on the small of her back, Zairn guided Roxie into the bedroom they’d shared last night.
“What’s wrong?” he asked once the doors were closed.
Roxie folded her arms. “Where’s Ogilvie?”
His jaw tightened. The ease of his gaze became so tense that it was instantly mad. “Keeping his distance, if he’s smart.”
“Because he’s not a fan of the fabulous Roxie Kyst?” she asked. “You should be grateful he cares about you enough to be wary. Let’s be honest, your c**k leads you when I’m around. Ogilvie is thinking with his other head. You need someone thinking straight.”
“He doesn’t understand you.”
She shrugged. “I don’t understand me most of the time.”
“This. He doesn’t understand this,” he said, coming over to slip his hands under her hair onto the sides of her neck. “Wo
