I hold out for as long as I can, but the moment Miguel licks his lips, I snap. I jerk to my feet and that gets his attention. He goes beet red and then he pales just as fast. He trips twice in his hurry to get the f**k away from the window and away from the consequences of ogling my woman.
I might be losing this morning’s battle.
“Here,” Alyssa says at last, pushing a plate of breakfast breads towards me. “Eat. You’ll feel better afterwards.”
I grab her arm and twist her towards me. “What will make me feel better is if you go and put on some actual f*****g clothes. Do you really think I’m going to let my woman traipse around the house dressed like a w***e?”
She flinches, leaning away from me as far as I’ll allow. “Except that I’m not your woman. You’ve made that pretty damn clear.”
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