...ew. He was used to, uh, 'appreciating' them on a regular basis and, not that he was boasting, he was fairly accustomed to the reactions they inspired in him. He was not, however, used to feeling like every one of his nerve endings was on fire just from holding one.
Scowling to himself, he shook his head. Teasing the little bee was fun, and that had been all the motivation he required. Her reactions had been different from everyone else's when he flirted; instead of coy smiles or icy glares, he got simmering, barely controlled rage. Maybe he had a little bit of an inner masochist, but he liked provoking her and getting her to fight him. Sure, he got beaten into the ground fairly regularly, but it was a good fight and he'd been making it harder for her to win lately. All in all, it was a fairly decent arrangement, except for the part where, at some point, he noticed that Soi Fon wasn't just his attractive and easily annoyed captain. She was his complex, surprisingly fascinating, incredibly attractive and (these days) less easily annoyed captain, a woman who could beat the crap out of almost anyone she ran across and look sexy in heels.
He was in trouble.
As much as he wanted to tell himself that he'd shaped up to make things easier in ...