Ruthless King

The second was shock. Why was he filling a suitcase with her stuff?

“What are you doing?”

He didn’t turn to look at her. “I’m packing your things. Sit on the bed. You shouldn’t have had a shower. You know I didn’t want you showering until I was certain you were steady enough on your feet. That’s two.”

Two?

Two what?

What was going on?

“What are you doing? Why are you packing my things?” She stood her ground. Even though she really wanted to sit. The room was swaying slightly and she felt weak.

This time, he turned to her. She sucked in a breath at the look on his face.

Why did she have this feeling that she was in trouble?

What could she possibly have done?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“And how am I looking at you?”

“Um. Well, you kind of look like you’d . . .”

Like he’d like to take her over his knee and smack her ass.

“Do I look like I just found out that you’ve been keeping something big from me? Something that could affect your safety? Is that how I look?”

“I mean, that’s a hard look to pin down. And oddly specific. I was just going to go with a generalized ‘upset.’”

He raised an eyebrow.

“So, um, a secret, you say?” She tried to edge her way to the bedroom door. Jilly wasn’t exactly sure what he was talking about.

But she had a bad feeling.

There was no way he knew about her secret.

Well, secrets, she guessed.

“Yes. A secret.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and she blushed as she saw he was holding a pair of her panties.

Why didn’t she have sexy underwear? Instead, they were all plain cotton and boring.

But then, she hadn’t exactly expected someone to be handling them, had she?

In fact, what right did he have to be upset? She should be the one who was upset.

“Do not even think about going out that door.”

“Excuse me?”

“You haven’t been excused.”

Her mouth dropped open. Who the heck did he think he was?

“This is my house. You don’t get to tell me where I can and can’t go.”