You knew he’d seen you when you’d walked into the bar. So, it made you even more annoyed that he’d continued to flirt with the pretty brunette next to him. It was almost like he was doing it on purpose, like it was all some game to him. And that bothered you more than you’d like. The jealousy bubbles up inside you, making you forget all rational thought.

“Get gone” you snap at the girl, who for her part, apologizes and backs away. Clearly not wanting to get caught up in whatever it was that was about to go down between you and Rafe. You sit down on the seat she’s vacated, glaring at him.

He smirks at your words. He’d always liked the way you looked when you were jealous, like you clearly were now. He’d gone out of his way tonight, flirting with that girl he had no interest in, to get a certain reaction out of you. Just so he could see that possessive, jealous look in your eyes.

He can’t help the smug tone in his voice, as he teases, “jealous, princess?” Jealousy looks damn good on you. It always sends a thrill through him, every time you shoot venom at any girl that talks to him.

“No” you protest, even though you know you have the worst poker face. You know he can see right through you, it’s why he’s sitting there, smirk on his face so very pleased with himself.

He lets out a low chuckle, his voice low as he murmurs “oh come on, I know all about your bratty, princess ways.”

“You’re so smug,” you roll your eyes in annoyance. He was in rare form tonight, pressing all of your buttons. You stand up from the seat in frustration. “I’m done with the conversation now”

“Sit back down” he orders, his voice firm and commanding, even as his eyes dance with amusement. It’s the tone of a man that knows no matter how defiant you may act, you’ll still give into him every time.

“I’m sat” you sit back down on the stool, pouting. You’re annoyed at yourself for giving into him so easily, for playing right into his hands.

“Good girl” he moves in closer to you, his breath fanning across your face. His hand grips your hip, fingers pressing hard against your skin. He can feel the way you’re still trying to fight against leaning into him. The defiance turns him on more, knowing that he has to put in some effort into taming you.