Chapter 57

I stare into her eyes. “A taste of what?”

“Me.”

“What part exactly?”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Is there a part you don’t like?”

“Not exactly.”

She draws again from the cigar, eyes watering as she braves the burn. Then she leans forward, blowing smoke into my face.

“Is that a yes or a no?” she says. “Do you want a taste of me or not?”

I grab her waist and pull her flush against me.

“Shoot me if I ever