After examining my makeup one last

After examining my makeup one last time, I throw on my robe and scurry out of my room. I can’t believe I’m running so late. Macy’s going to kill me.
The women’s league is getting introduced at tonight’s fight, which means there’ll be a lot of eyes directed my way. Being the center of attention makes me about as comfortable as a pap smear, so it took a little longer than I thought it would to get ready. Everything has to be as close to perfect as I can get it, and perfection, apparently, takes about twenty minutes too long. 
I’m just about to burst into the bathroom when the door swings open and I’m hit with humid air and a nearly-naked Declan. I stumble back, right as big hands grab my arms and steady me. 
I really have to start checking to see if the bathroom’s occupied before I try barging . . . in . . . there.
The thought dies in my head as I register the bare chest and abs before me, and the droplets of water clinging to them. The way they drip down those muscles, hugging every groove and curve until they hit the towel wrapped around his waist. . . Why, it’s quite possibly the most fascinating thing I’ve ever seen.
“See something you like?”
My eyes flick up at the sound of Declan’s deep voice. His wet hair looks almost black, and he’s staring down at me with the faintest trace of a smug smile. 
I’m not sure which is worse—that damn mask of neutrality he’s had for weeks, so cold and detached, or the cocky look he’s got right now. Both of them make me want to punch him.
I glance behind me, then back at him. “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?”
Our uneasy truce over the last couple weeks has only lasted as long as it has because it’s still super tense being around him, so I tend to avoid him whenever possible. If I don’t give him the chance to hurt my feelings, then he can’t.
At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself. 
Declan’s lips curl at my jab. “Who else would I be talking to?” He leans down and lowers his voice. “There’s no one else staring at me like I’m a cold glass of water on a hot summer’s day.”
I scoff. Or, at least, in my mind I do. In reality, the air in my lungs wheezes out of me like I’m an old tire who just snagged a nail. “Cocky, much?”
His dimples deepen. “You of all people should know exactly how much cock I have.” 
Oh. My. God. 
If I thought absence from this boy’s words could make me immune to them, I was wrong. Dead wrong.
Everything south of my navel clenches while I struggle not to close my eyes and absorb his deliciously naughty words. And now, thanks to one sentence, I have to change my panties before I leave tonight.
Declan’s hands land on my shoulders, ending my lewd thoughts as he turns me sideways. “Now, if you’re done shamelessly flirting with me, I have to finish getting ready.” He brushes past me, crossing the hall and disappearing into his room.
I’m left standing in the bathroom doorway, with my jaw practically touching the floor, as his door closes. I don’t know whether to kiss him or kill him. 
What the hell was that? Is he done punishing me? Or is this some new, twisted form of punishment? 
Lust-induced torture. . . Is that a thing? 
It is when Declan Whitmore does it.
Well, Declan and his army of sexual innuendos can suck it. I’m not caving. I’m still doing the fight. 
It takes me a minute to gather myself, but when I do, I snatch my flat iron off the countertop and march back to my room. I think I’m leaning toward “kill.”
 
Declan stands from sitting on the couch when I walk into the living room, his face clouding over as he looks me up and down. “What is that?” The line of his jaw tenses as he looks at my clothes and scowls.
I pretend not to notice, and say, “It’s a dress,” as nonchalantly as I can while putting in my earrings. Checking my reflection in the mirror next to the front door, I see him come around the sectional.
“Like hell it is. It looks more like a napkin.”
Declan’s not too far off with his assessment. The clingy black fabric is not only sleeveless, but super-short, and it has a huge oval cut-out on the back that stops just short of my ass. It makes wearing a bra with this dress impossible. At least the front is fairly modest, though, since it has a cowl neck that covers up what little cleavage I have.
Hey, if he’s going to fight dirty, then so am I. He has his words and wields them like a samurai sword. All I have in my arsenal is my body.
Shrugging, I say, “Napkin. Dress. As long as it covers my lady bits, I don’t really care.” I feign interest in my reflection, smoothing the tight fabric over my hips. 
I went for “edgy” tonight, seeing as how I’m supposed to be this badass fighter. I don’t quite feel like one yet, but I figured I should at least look the part, so I went with dark makeup, a high, stick-straight ponytail with a little pouf in front, and killer heels I borrowed from Macy. 
They’re black leather, dizzyingly tall, and have little silver spikes on the back of the heel. Totally badass, and totally liable to break my neck if I trip in them.
“You’ll care when you get outside and freeze to death,” Declan mutters under his breath.
Picking my keys up from the entryway table, I turn and face him. He obviously went for “yummy” tonight.
My eyes flicker as I look him over. How can a simple white Henley and a pair of beat-up jeans look so damn sexy? It’s not fair. I put so much time and effort into looking slightly better than normal, and he just showers, throws on some clothes, and BOOM—my ovaries explode.
Tearing my gaze away from him, I say, “My car has heat.” Sort of.
Declan looms in front of me, so close I have to take a step back. “Nuh-uh,” he says, snatching my keys out of my hand. “You’re not driving anywhere in that rusted piece of shit looking like that. If you break down. . .” He shakes his head and shoves my keys in his pocket. “Nope. Not gonna happen. I’m driving.”
I hate that he’s right. My car’s not exactly reliable, but I’m also not a child. Why can’t he offer a ride instead of telling me I’m getting one? 
And why is he choosing to be a bossy asshole now, after all this time of acting like he doesn’t care? What the hell is going on with him tonight? 
I’ve wanted Declan to acknowledge my existence for weeks, and this is how he finally does it? By being an ass? I don’t think it’s cute or funny right now, and I’m wondering how I ever did.
“What’s wrong with how I look?” I know I’m just being nitpicky at this point, and I’m just looking for something to fight about, but I can’t help it. His confusing one-eighty has put me in my own pissy mood.
Declan returns my glare before he moves past me to open the front door. “It’s not what’s wrong with it that’s got me worried, it’s what’s right with it.”
I blink at him as he stands there with the door open, letting in the chilly night air. He’s got a mocking “ladies first” expression on his face, and the chivalrous gesture pisses me off even more. “I’m not yours to worry about,” I mutter, pushing past him.
“That’s not gonna stop me from doing it,” he calls out as he shuts and locks the door.
“That’s not gonna stop you from doing a lot of things, will it?” I storm down the stairs as carefully as I can. Fun fact: it’s not very effective when you’re going at a snail’s pace.
The concrete staircase shakes as Declan bounds down, and I pause, holding onto the metal handrail as he passes me. Stopping on the step below me, he turns and says, “Nope,” as he scoops me up and flings me over his shoulder. 
A surprised yelp erupts from me as he turns again and starts down the stairs, jostling me with every step. I beat against his firm back. “What the hell are you doing?” 
“Speeding things up. At the rate you’re going, the whole night’ll be over before you make it down these stairs.”
He might have a point. And I’m loath to admit that the view’s actually pretty nice. I have a front row seat to the greatest ass ever known to man, both literally and figuratively. Then a cold gust of wind hits dangerously high on the back of my thighs and it dawns on me that he’s got the same view.
“Put me down!” I squeal, beating against him with renewed vigor. 
Declan swats my ass. “I’d stop fighting if I were you. You’re only making that napkin of yours ride higher. . . Actually, on second thought, keep going. I can almost see what panties you’re wearing. Or not wearing,” he says, lifting up the hem of my skirt. 
I smack him as hard as I can and he chuckles. “Ooh, you’re wearing my favorite pair,” he says. 
I’d completely forgotten what pair of underwear I put on, but now that I think about it, yep, I’m inadvertently wearing his favorite pair. The tiny black lace number.
Son of a bitch.
He takes his time putting me down when we get to the bottom of the stairs, letting his hands run up the backs of my thighs and curve over my ass before settling on my hips. “Are they for me?”
(Cue record screeching to a halt.)
Did he seriously just ask me that? After the way he ended our last sexual encounter? Really? 
I ignore the way my body’s responding to being in his arms and the feeling of his hard, muscular body pressed against me. I don’t care if my nipples are stiff peaks beneath the soft, stretchy fabric of my dress, or that my core’s tightening with need, because the cocky smile hitching up the side of his mouth right now? 
It makes me want to do mean, violent things.
I can’t believe he has the balls to ask me that!
Pushing his hands away from me, I tug down my skirt to a level that wouldn’t be considered indecent exposure. “No. They’re for some other lucky asshole I meet tonight.”
I freeze as soon as the words leave my mouth.
Shit. Where’s the rewind button when you need one? I was just pissed at him and I lashed out. I didn’t mean it, not really. How could I, when I know that no one could ever compare to Declan?
A flicker of pain flashes across his face,

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Setelah memeriksa makeup saya terakhir kalinya, aku melemparkan pada jubah saya dan bergegas keluar dari kamar. Aku tidak percaya saya menjalankan terlambat. Macy's akan membunuhku.Liga wanita mendapatkan diperkenalkan pada pertarungan malam ini, yang berarti akan ada banyak mata diarahkan cara saya. Menjadi pusat perhatian membuat saya sekitar senyaman pap smear, jadi butuh sedikit lebih lama daripada yang saya pikir itu akan untuk bersiap-siap. Segala sesuatu harus sebagai dekat dengan sempurna seperti yang aku bisa mendapatkannya, dan kesempurnaan, rupanya, memakan waktu sekitar dua puluh menit terlalu lama. Aku hanya akan meledak ke kamar mandi ketika pintu terbuka ayunan dan aku 'm memukul dengan udara yang lembab dan Declan hampir telanjang. Aku tersandung kembali, kanan tangan besar ambil tanganku dan mantap saya. Aku benar-benar harus mulai memeriksa untuk melihat jika kamar mandi yang diduduki sebelum saya mencoba tongkang...... sana.Pemikiran mati di kepala saya sebagai saya mendaftar telanjang dada dan abs sebelum aku, dan tetesan air yang menempel mereka. Cara mereka menetes otot-otot, memeluk setiap alur dan kurva sampai mereka memukul handuk melilit pinggang... Mengapa, itu adalah sangat mungkin hal yang paling menarik yang pernah saya lihat."Melihat sesuatu yang Anda sukai?"Mataku flick up di suara Declan dalam suara. Basah rambut tampak hampir hitam, dan dia adalah menatap saya dengan jejak sama sekali tidak tersenyum puas. Saya tidak yakin mana lebih buruk-topeng sialan itu netral ia telah telah selama minggu, begitu dingin dan terpisah, atau melihat sombong yang dia punya sekarang. Mereka berdua membuat saya ingin memukulnya.Saya sekilas di belakang saya, kemudian arahnya. "Saya minta maaf, Anda berbicara kepada saya?"Gencatan senjata kami gelisah selama beberapa minggu terakhir telah hanya berlangsung selama memiliki karena masih super tegang yang di sekelilingnya, jadi saya cenderung menghindarinya sebisa mungkin. Jika saya tidak memberikan dia kesempatan untuk menyakiti perasaan saya, maka ia tidak bisa.Pada setidaknya itu adalah apa yang telah saya mengatakan sendiri. Declan's bibir curl di tusukan saya. "Siapa lagi akan aku berbicara untuk?" Ia bersandar ke bawah dan menurunkan suaranya. "Tidak ada seorangpun lagi menatapku seperti aku segelas air dingin pada hari musim panas."Saya mengejek. Atau, setidaknya, dalam pikiran saya yang saya lakukan. Pada kenyataannya, udara di paru-paru saya wheezes saya seperti aku ban tua yang hanya tersangkut paku. "Sombong, banyak?"Memperdalam lesung nya. "Anda semua orang harus tahu persis berapa banyak ayam yang saya miliki." Oh. Saya. Allah. Jika saya pikir absen dari kata-kata anak ini bisa membuat saya kebal terhadap mereka, aku sudah salah. Mati salah.Semuanya Selatan pusar clenches sementara aku berjuang untuk tidak menutup mata dan menyerap kata-katanya nikmat nakal. Dan sekarang, berkat satu kalimat, saya harus mengubah celana saya sebelum saya meninggalkan malam ini.Declan di tangan tanah di pundakku, mengakhiri pikiranku cabul sebagaimana ia ternyata saya ke samping. "Sekarang, jika Anda sudah selesai tanpa malu-malu menggoda dengan saya, saya harus menyelesaikan bersiap-siap." Ia kuas melewati saya, menyeberangi lorong dan menghilang ke dalam kamar.Aku pergi berdiri di pintu kamar mandi, dengan rahang saya hampir menyentuh lantai, sebagai ia menutup pintu. Aku tidak tahu apakah akan menciumnya atau membunuhnya. Apa sih itu? Dia dilakukan menghukum saya? Atau ini beberapa baru, memutar bentuk hukuman? Penyiksaan diinduksi nafsu... Hal itu? Ini adalah ketika Declan Whitmore melakukannya.Yah, Declan dan pasukannya sindiran-sindiran seksual dapat mengisap itu. Saya tidak gua. Aku masih melakukan perjuangan. Aku butuh satu menit untuk mengumpulkan sendiri, tetapi ketika saya lakukan, saya merebut saya besi datar dari meja dan Maret kembali ke kamarku. Saya pikir saya condong ke arah "membunuh." Declan berdiri dari duduk di sofa ketika saya berjalan ke ruang tamu, wajahnya mengaburkan atas kelihatannya saya naik dan turun. "Apa Apakah itu?" Garis rahang tenses seperti dia memandang saya pakaian dan cemberut.Aku berpura-pura tidak pemberitahuan, dan berkata, "ini adalah gaun," saat santai yang saya dapat saat meletakkan di anting-anting. Memeriksa bayanganku di cermin di sebelah pintu depan, saya melihat dia datang sekitar sectional."Seperti neraka itu. Itu terlihat lebih seperti sebuah serbet."Declan yang tidak terlalu jauh dengan penilaian. Kain hitam lengket tidak hanya tanpa lengan, tetapi super-pendek, dan memiliki oval besar dipotong-out di bagian belakang yang berhenti hanya pendek pantatku. Itu membuat mengenakan bra dengan gaun ini mustahil. Di paling depan cukup sederhana, meskipun, karena memiliki leher penutup cerobong asap yang menutupi apa pembelahan kecil yang saya miliki.Hei, jika ia akan melawan kotor, kemudian jadi aku. Dia memiliki kata-kata dan wields mereka seperti pedang samurai. Semua yang saya miliki di gudang saya adalah tubuh saya.Mengangkat bahu, aku berkata, "serbet. Gaun. Selama ini mencakup bit wanita saya, saya tidak benar-benar peduli." Aku berpura-pura tertarik refleksi saya, merapikan kain ketat atas pinggul. Aku pergi untuk "tegang" malam ini, melihat bagaimana aku seharusnya menjadi pejuang ini badass. Aku tidak cukup merasa seperti satu Namun, tapi saya pikir saya harus setidaknya melihat bagian, jadi aku pergi dengan make-up gelap, ekor kuda yang tinggi, tongkat-lurus dengan sedikit pouf di depan, dan tumit pembunuh aku meminjam dari Macy. Mereka kulit hitam, dizzyingly tinggi, dan memiliki sedikit perak paku di belakang tumit. Benar-benar badass, dan benar-benar bertanggung jawab untuk istirahat leher saya jika saya perjalanan mereka."Anda akan peduli ketika Anda mendapatkan luar dan mati beku," Declan mutters di bawah napas.Mengambil saya kunci dari tabel pintu masuk, saya mengubah dan menghadapi dia. Ia jelas-jelas pergi untuk "lezat" malam ini.Mataku berkedip ketika saya melihat dia. Bagaimana bisa Henley putih sederhana dan celana jins usang terlihat begitu damn sexy? Hal ini tidak adil. Aku meletakkan begitu banyak waktu dan usaha ke tampak sedikit lebih baik daripada normal, dan ia hanya pancuran, melempar pada beberapa pakaian, dan BOOM-indung telur saya meledak.Merobek pandangan dari dia, aku berkata, "mobil saya memiliki panas." Semacam itu.Declan tenun di depan saya, begitu dekat aku harus mengambil langkah mundur. "Nuh-eh," katanya, menyambar saya kunci dari tanganku. "Anda tidak mengemudi di mana saja bahwa berkarat sepotong kotoran terlihat seperti itu. Jika Anda memecah..." Ia menjabat kepala dan menyodorkan kunci saya di saku. "Tidak. Tidak akan terjadi. Aku sedang menyetir."Aku benci bahwa ia benar. Mobil saya 's tidak benar-benar dapat diandalkan, tapi aku juga tidak seorang anak. Mengapa ia tidak dapat menawarkan perjalanan bukan mengatakan saya mendapatkan satu? Dan mengapa ia memilih untuk menjadi bajingan bossy sekarang, setelah sekian lama bertindak seperti dia tidak peduli? Apa sih yang terjadi dengannya malam ini? Aku ingin Declan mengakui keberadaan saya selama berminggu-minggu, dan ini adalah bagaimana dia akhirnya melakukannya? Dengan menjadi keledai? Saya tidak berpikir itu lucu atau lucu sekarang, dan aku bertanya-tanya bagaimana saya pernah lakukan."Apa salah dengan cara saya lihat?" Aku tahu aku hanya menjadi nitpicky pada titik ini, dan saya hanya mencari sesuatu untuk bertengkar tentang, tapi aku tidak bisa menahannya. Nya membingungkan satu-delapan telah menempatkan saya dalam suasana hati saya sendiri pissy.Declan kembali silau saya sebelum ia bergerak melewati saya ke membuka pintu depan. "Ini adalah tidak apa salah dengan itu telah membuat saya khawatir, itu adalah apa yang tepat dengan itu."Saya sekejap kepadanya karena ia berdiri di sana dengan pintu terbuka, membiarkan di udara malam yang dingin. Dia punya mengejek "wanita pertama" ekspresi wajahnya, dan sikap sopan membuatku kesal lebih. "Aku tidak milikmu untuk khawatir," Aku bergumam, mendorong melewatinya."Itu tidak akan menghentikan saya dari melakukan hal itu," dia memanggil ketika ia menutup dan mengunci pintu."Itu tidak akan menghentikan Anda dari melakukan banyak hal, akan itu?" Saya badai menuruni tangga baik seperti saya bisa. Fakta menyenangkan: ianya tidak sangat efektif ketika mereka pergi pada siput.The concrete staircase shakes as Declan bounds down, and I pause, holding onto the metal handrail as he passes me. Stopping on the step below me, he turns and says, “Nope,” as he scoops me up and flings me over his shoulder. 
A surprised yelp erupts from me as he turns again and starts down the stairs, jostling me with every step. I beat against his firm back. “What the hell are you doing?” 
“Speeding things up. At the rate you’re going, the whole night’ll be over before you make it down these stairs.”
He might have a point. And I’m loath to admit that the view’s actually pretty nice. I have a front row seat to the greatest ass ever known to man, both literally and figuratively. Then a cold gust of wind hits dangerously high on the back of my thighs and it dawns on me that he’s got the same view.
“Put me down!” I squeal, beating against him with renewed vigor. 
Declan swats my ass. “I’d stop fighting if I were you. You’re only making that napkin of yours ride higher. . . Actually, on second thought, keep going. I can almost see what panties you’re wearing. Or not wearing,” he says, lifting up the hem of my skirt. 
I smack him as hard as I can and he chuckles. “Ooh, you’re wearing my favorite pair,” he says. 
I’d completely forgotten what pair of underwear I put on, but now that I think about it, yep, I’m inadvertently wearing his favorite pair. The tiny black lace number.
Son of a bitch.
He takes his time putting me down when we get to the bottom of the stairs, letting his hands run up the backs of my thighs and curve over my ass before settling on my hips. “Are they for me?”
(Cue record screeching to a halt.)
Did he seriously just ask me that? After the way he ended our last sexual encounter? Really? 
I ignore the way my body’s responding to being in his arms and the feeling of his hard, muscular body pressed against me. I don’t care if my nipples are stiff peaks beneath the soft, stretchy fabric of my dress, or that my core’s tightening with need, because the cocky smile hitching up the side of his mouth right now? 
It makes me want to do mean, violent things.
I can’t believe he has the balls to ask me that!
Pushing his hands away from me, I tug down my skirt to a level that wouldn’t be considered indecent exposure. “No. They’re for some other lucky asshole I meet tonight.”
I freeze as soon as the words leave my mouth.
Shit. Where’s the rewind button when you need one? I was just pissed at him and I lashed out. I didn’t mean it, not really. How could I, when I know that no one could ever compare to Declan?
A flicker of pain flashes across his face,