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I hear music but don’t spot her. I carefully open the door, noticing there’s not even a squeaky hinge to alert her someone’s stepping inside her home without being invited. My irritation grows. I follow the sound of music and make my way around a wall to find her in the kitchen, her back to me as she stands at the sink, her enticing hips swaying in nothing but a T-shirt and the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen, her mile-long legs are so enticing I want to run my fingers up and down them.
I set the bag on the counter and she still doesn’t turn. I’m a mixture of turned on and ticked. I step to her and lay my hands on her hips as I lean forward. “Boo.” The word is whispered against the back of her neck. I start to step forward even more to rub myself against her enticing backside... when everything goes wrong.
She jolts, her head whipping back. Her skull connects with my face, sending a solid shot right into my nose. Pain explodes behind my eyes as stars dance in my vision and I feel blood pouring down from my now very sore nose.
“Shit!” I explode as I wobble backward, reaching up to clutch my face as blood drips between my fingers.
Sasha spins around, fright on her face. When she realizes it’s me, the fear quickly resides, and horror takes its place when she sees what she’s done to me. Good. I hope she feels terrible. I ignore the fact I just broke into her house and scared the crap out of her. My face hurts too badly to think of what I did wrong in this situation. I was simply trying to teach her a lesson, anything a good friend would do.
“What are you doing here, Cal?” she gasps, her hand on her chest. She doesn’t move from her spot against the counter.
“Currently I’m bleeding. Mind handing me a towel or something?” I ask as blood drips on her clean floors.
“Oh, sorry, yes.” She rushes to a drawer and pulls out a towel. I hate to ruin it, but I’ll buy her a dozen more, so I grab it and press it to my nose. I don’t think it’s broken, but the chances of me having two black eyes are very good. Great, just great, this will lead to even more gossip. I’m sure Sasha will have a grand old time telling everyone what happened. Now, I really need to flee this town.
“What in the world were you thinking coming in like that?” she demands as she twists her hands in front of her.
“You left your dang door open. I was trying to show you how unsafe that was. Anyone with ill intentions could walk right in here and do all sorts of horrible things to you,” I tell her, my voice muffled by the towel. She places her hands on her hips and glares at me. I should be getting a lot more sympathy over this, but apparently, she’s now irritated. I can’t win with this woman.
“I think I showed you I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” she informs me, defiance in her tone.
“If I truly had ill intent, that would’ve just pissed me off, and you’d be on the ground right now,” I snap back.
She takes a menacing step toward me. “Want me to prove you wrong?” she asks. Her eyes trail down my body and land somewhere I don’t want her thinking about in a mean way. I want to cross my legs together, but I’m not showing any further weakness right now. This woman seems to be getting the best of me far too often.
“I’m not going to fight you,” I tell her.
“Oh, I can fight. I’ve taken self-defense classes,” she assures me. “I can take you out.”
She’s so serious as she says this, that it actually makes me chuckle. She takes another menacing step toward me, and I hold one hand up in surrender. She has an unfair advantage over me because I won’t hurt her. That means she has plenty of opportunities to get some cheap shots in.
“You win, you can defend yourself. I’d still feel a hell of a lot better if you’d lock your damn door.”
“If anyone has ill intent, it’s most certainly you,” she points out.
I can’t say she’s entirely wrong. My intent is all about pleasure, though. I don’t want to inflict a single ounce of pain on this woman. Well, to be honest, I want to make her burn, and some might say that’s painful until it turns into ultimate pleasure.
I’m saved from replying when she spots the bag I brought in with me. She makes a beeline to it and opens the bag. “Oh, what do we have here?” She starts pulling out containers.
“I thought you might be hungry after a busy day.” It’s only been a few hours since we had a meal in my room, but I’ve seen this woman eat. It feels like days ago, but that may be because this day is one of the strangest I’ve ever had.
“Well, since you brought food, I guess I’ll forgive you for breaking and entering,” she tells me. She opens one of the boxes filled with spaghetti and meatballs, grabs a fork, and dives in. I look at her in a bit of horror.
“We need to plate those.”
She looks at me with confusion before she takes another bite and chews. “Why?”
“Because it’s wrong to eat straight from the box.”
This makes her laugh. “You seriously have to lighten up, Cal. Grab a fork and have a bite. This is delicious.”
“From the same container?” I question, hating how horrified I am by this thought. I want to run my tongue all over her delectable body, but the thought of eating out of a container with her is a foreign concept to me.
She sits down at her small breakfast bar and pushes the box toward me as she pulls out another bite. “Come on, you can do it,” she assures me. I shake my head. She gets the determined look on her face that I’m starting to learn means business.
“Callan Brannigan, you take a bite from this box right now, or I swear I’m quitting on you, and you’ll be on your own to tour this town.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. You’ll quit because I don’t want to eat from a box?”
