334 What's your kink?

Angela stayed mad at Gael over dinner because of what he made her believe. She was only slightly annoyed until he told her that he didn't lie to her. Yeah, right. While he didn't admit that people could see them from the outside, he didn't tell her otherwise, which was still a lie of omission. Knowing he was aware the whole time but still let her believe what she thought embarrassed her. 

And if that wasn't enough, the bastard teased her more, saying, "I should've known you were an exhibitionist. Next time, tell me all your kinks, and I'll make them come true." A dirty grin crossed his face.

Her cheeks heated, and she pushed her empty plate in front of her. They were sitting across from each other at the table, and she narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm not an exhibitionist." She wasn't. She just forgot about everything else in the heat of the moment. Especially with the way he was on her—so attentive, yet so rough. Just how she liked it.