Strax raised an eyebrow, his crooked smile widening as if he'd just won the top prize in his favorite game: provoking Scarlet until she was about to explode.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice low, warm, and cheeky. "You turn all red when you're jealous. It's funny."
Scarlet narrowed her eyes slowly.
Dangerous.
Beautiful.
Deliciously ready to bite.
"I'm not jealous."
"Of course not," he murmured, leaning in a little closer until his breath brushed her neck. "You're just growling because I mentioned another woman's body. Coincidence."
"The problem is you, Strax!" she retorted, poking his chest with her finger, too irritated to realize—or admit—how much she was reacting. "You talk with that face, you use that tone, you act like that…"
"Like that…?" he repeated, lifting his chin slightly. She frowned.
And then, without warning, she grabbed his collar and pulled hard.
"Like this, exactly like this, you—"
