Forty-One

Kian

“I . . . I have a criminal record,” I stammered.

My inner voice was screaming, “No! What the fuck are you doing? You’re going to blow it!”

Gia settled into a kneeling position. “Big deal. Me too.”

“But I’ve killed people.” I didn’t know why I confessed that, but I figured we better lay all of our cards on the table.

Gia made a “meh” face. “Yeah . . . I can’t say I relate to that, but I’m pretty sure my cooking gave a former roommate the shits.”

I just told her the butt-ugly truth, and all she did was wrinkle her nose with indifference. Okay, I can work with this. Maybe I do have a fair shot at this mating game.

“So, you can’t cook for shit?” I joked, making light of it.

Gia narrowed her eyes with a smirk. “So, you’re a stone-cold killer?” she quipped.

“Are you scared?” I asked, feeling the sexual tension build.

“Should I be?” she replied, circling her finger around my pectorals.

The heat we were throwing off was stifling. It was only a matter of time before one of us p