Chapter 22

“You’re not?” She mumbled, staring at him dumbly.

“I’m not,” he nodded.

Cassandra laughed at the uncomfortable look on his face, shook her head but sat down on the chair anyways. “You don’t have to lie, though. I know my... loudness bothers you.”

Keith would have snorted if he wasn’t trying to be serious. Bother him? That was the understatement of the century.

“No, it doesn’t,” he lied through his teeth, placing the picnic basket between them. “I find it... ah, refreshing,”

“Liar,” she accused, narrowing her eyes into slits. “You just placed a picnic basket between us. I know when a man wants distance, Andino.”

“Keith,” he cautioned. “And no, I placed the basket there so we could both reach the food.”

The brazen woman snorted and rolled her eyes, and for a brief moment, Keith had a vision of those eyes rolling as she screamed his name. His cock lurched in his pants, and boy, he was so damn glad that he had placed the basket between them. She