"She told me she'd talked to you, and that it didn't go well."
I gave props to Magdalene's scheming and the clever attempt to cut me off at the pass. I'd have to be very careful with her, and James was going to have to do something about her – like cut her off, period.
"No, it didn't go well," I agreed. "But then I don't appreciate being told that you don't respect the women you fuck and that the moment you shoved your dick into me you were done with me."
James stilled. "She said that?"
"Word for word. She also said you're keeping on her ice until you're ready to settle down."
"Did she now?" His low voice had a chilling bite to it.
My stomach knotted, knowing things could either go really right or really wrong, depending on what James said next. "Don't you believe me?"
"Of course, I believe you."
"She could be a problem for me," I repeated, not letting it go.
"She won't be a problem. I'll talk to her."
