That gets her attention. She whips around, fire in her eyes as she spits, “I don t love you.” “Not yet,” I counter, topping it off with a grin. Her eyes narrow into thin slits. “Come on, littlke mouse. You’ve wasted enough time getting your pussy worshipped, let’s go get some answers.” I slip past her, walking ahead of her and towards the doors. Yet, I still hear her mutter asshole under her breath, and it does nothing but bring me joy to know I get under her skin so deeply.