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Cece catches me staring and immediately narrows her eyes. “¿Qué?”

I grin.

“Nothing.”

“Then stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like a fucking creep.”

I push off the counter and wander closer because the irritation in her voice does absolutely nothing to discourage me. If anything, it makes me want to poke harder just to see what else she’ll give me.

“You’re mean tonight, mami.”

Her head snaps toward me

“No me digas mami.”

“See? Mean.”

“I’m warning you.”

“Well, it sounds really fucking hot in Spanish. Say it again.”

“Revel.”

And there's that little bite in my name.

My cock twitches again, because apparently I have issues.

I grin wider and stop on the other side of the island from her.

“You know, getting annoyed every time I talk to you only makes this more fun for me.”

Cece takes a slow sip of her margarita, eyes locked on mine over the rim.

“Qué sorpresa. The annoying man enjoys being annoying.”

“I’m very consistent.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Been thinking about your ass too, a lot actually.”

She almost chokes.

Almost.

Then her eyes narrow into a glare sharp enough to peel paint.

“Ay, Dios mío. Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“Not when you look at me like that.”

“Like I want to kill you?”

“Exactly.”