The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake(23)

Leaving the bags inside the kitchen he went back to get everything else. He’d also purchased a food processor for Vicki. He lifted the expensive device and carried it through to the kitchen.

When he was finished he closed the trunk and locked the car. He locked the car more out of habit from living in the city than anything else.

Law Castle was a safe enough town, apart from the drug incident last year. Nothing else happened in the small town. Stefan and the rest of them dealt with it.

Vicki was putting some tins away in the cupboard when he entered. Going to the far drawer he pulled out a knife and started setting up some new appliances onto the counter.

“You shouldn’t have bought them,” she said, opening another bag.

“I don’t care. You need what I got.” He settled them in place before going to her fridge. He threw everything in the trash and washed the fridge out before filling it, placing the fresh vegetables, meats, and cheeses into the fridge as he did.

“You’ve bought enough to feed a family of four or six,” she said.

“This is more than enough to feed us and your parents when they come to meet me at the weekend,” he said. He’d already decided he needed to meet Vicki’s parents.

“What?” she asked. He felt her move closer.

Tristan smiled. He unpacked the fresh herbs and moved around her to place them in a watered pot.

“You heard me. I was being serious earlier, Vicki. I intend to stay. I’m going to get my divorce, and you’re going to be my woman.”

The pulse inside her neck jumped. His woman liked the idea.

“Do you know who my father is?” she asked.

“I know he was a member of the Law Castle group.”

“No, he wasn’t just a member. He was one of the leaders when he lived here,” she said.

He didn’t know that little detail. When he saw Stefan again he’d question him.

“You didn’t know that, did you?”

Tristan turned to her. She carried a jar of sun-dried tomatoes and a packet of dried pasta. “Are you trying to scare me off?” he asked.

“What? No, I just want you to be prepared. My dad is not for everyone, even you, Mr. Carmichael.”

He smiled. “Call me Sir,” he said.

“What?”

Raising an eyebrow, Tristan waited for her to answer him.

“Sir?” She said the word but looked confused. Taking the jar and pasta from her, Tristan put them away. “Why did you want me to say that word?”

“I wanted to hear you say it, and you know what I am, Vicki.”

“Yeah, I know you’re a Dom.”

“Good, there will be times when I wish for you to say that.”

He turned back to her and folded his arms. The heat of the day was starting to get to him. When he was alone he spent a great deal of time walking around in nothing but a pair of loose fitting pants. He didn’t like to be constricted when he moved around.

Staring up and down Vicki’s body, Tristan wondered if Vicki would like that about him. He knew she liked his tattoos. Before he pushed her away she used to like tracing them. Thinking about their time together they’d never actually made love naked and inside a bed. Their times together were always rushed. He intended to change that.

“Do you want me to be your sub?” she asked.

Tristan smiled. “Do you even know what the word means?” he asked, teasing.

“You told me about it, Tristan. I know more than you think I do.”

“And how would you know more than I told you?” he asked.

“I’m a curious person. You left me with questions, and I always need to know more.”

He’d hoped she had gone looking for more information. There was only so much he could tell her because of Kate. He never wanted to give her false hope at all.

With Kate soon-to-be out of the picture, the possibilities were endless.

Closing the distance between them, Tristan pulled her into his arms. “You’ve got no idea how much your curiosity means to me.”

“I’ve got a small idea,” she said. “Sir.”

His cock thickened at the word. She was going to do nothing but tease him. Did she know how much power she held over him?

Tristan caressed her back feeling the lack of weight on her bones. He didn’t like it. Kissing the top of her head he pulled away.

“Go and have a shower or a bath. Relax, and I’ll make us something to eat.”

She stared at him as if he’d turned into a stranger. “Are you serious?” she asked.

“I’m going to cook you something.” He nudged her out of the kitchen. Tristan saw her pick the phone up off the cradle and walk up the stairs.

Her lack of trust in him unnerved him. He didn’t like the thought of Vicki not trusting him.