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Angelina had been waxed, scrubbed, and polished from the tips of her curly hair to the newly painted purple toenails with little flowers in the polish. She had no idea what she was missing out on. Girls’ days were incredible. Sam was like no one she knew. The woman was unafraid to say whatever crossed her mind. Angelina had never laughed so hard. Max had the market cornered for best mother-in-law.
She didn’t check in with Jake when she stopped to pick up her keys. He had a room full of people waiting for him. With a kiss on the cheek, she left him to get on with his afternoon. Angelina had things to do. After a rejuvenating spa trip, her mind was clear, and she was ready to work.
Singing along to the radio, she parked in her usual spot at home. There was still no sign of her father’s home away from home. Who knew where he was off to this time? Funny how he just jumped in that thing and was gone on a whim. As long as he was happy, Angelina was happy for him.
She didn’t see Ben until he ripped her door open. Startled, Angelina’s heart thudded hard enough that he had to have heard it. Her heart rate didn’t slow when she saw his face. Irate didn’t begin to cover the look he aimed at her.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Thanks.” Angelina pasted a smile on her face. “I had a wonderful afternoon of relaxation. Yes, I love whatever the guy did to my hair too.”
“You let another man touch you?”
“He has magical hands,” she sighed dreamily.
“Angelina.”
“Well, I’m off to work now.”
“No.”
“No? You can’t tell me no.”
“Just did.”
Ben had had enough. His eye was twitching, and his hand itched to warm her ass. He came back to the house caked in dirt with sweat soaked through his clothes. At that moment, he would have given his left nut for a cool shower with her in it. Walking for a few miles back to the house after the tractor broke down was not high on his list of things he needed to get done today. Trying to find parts for that old thing was a pain in the ass. It put him behind. All he wanted was some air conditioning and time with Angelina.
His hope for lunch with the woman that consumed his thoughts was blown to bits. She was gone. No note. No text. Gone. She wasn’t answering her texts or calls. Her phone was shut off an hour after he started calling. It was unacceptable. If something happened to her, no one would be safe from his wrath until he found her.
A trip into town revealed she had lunch with Jake and Max. Jake’s mother had confiscated his woman for a spa day. Jake’s insistence was the only reason he hadn’t driven to the spa to drag her ass home. He swore Angelina and his mother needed this as part of some female bonding bullshit. Ben had no idea if that was a real thing, but Jake was adamant it was. He didn’t know they made fizzy balls for the bathtub either, so he swallowed down his need and put hers first. Against his better judgment, Ben went back to the house. It wasn’t the least bit reassuring that he knew her location but had no eyes on her.
Ben waited. He tracked down the parts he needed online. He waited some more. He showered and made dinner. There was no sign of her. It was an hour before dark, and Angelina still wasn’t home. Ben decided she had five more minutes before he called someone to tap into the GPS in her car. She was getting a tracker duct taped to her ass, another on her vehicle, and one for her cell. There was no way he was going through this again.
All the good, yummy feelings Angelina got as hands massaged every part of her body were gone. The big oaf was yelling at her. All because she went out for the afternoon. This had to stop.
A jolt of desire ran through her when he growled. Sam’s words filtered through her mind. The afternoon away gave her time to think. Would it be that bad to take this one for a ride? If they didn’t work out, they didn’t work out. It wouldn’t be the end of the world. Ben could take all his mine crap and wander on down the road to the next unsuspecting female. From the looks of him, it would be a crime against all humanity if he wasn’t good in bed. She could vouch he was good with his tongue.
Why could men make the first move to get their rocks off without being judged for it? It was time to change that stereotype.
Ben was ranting something at her about trackers and duct tape, but Angelina couldn’t focus on what he was saying. His chest was billowing under the shirt stretched across it. Licking her lips, she held tight to her courage. If they were doing this, it couldn’t be all his way. It was time to knock him back a few steps.
Toeing off her sandals, she unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face him. His ranting stopped when she placed a foot on his chest. She trailed her fingers up her leg until the skirt of her sundress bunched high on her thighs, allowing a hint of panty to show. Running the tips of her fingers over her newly exfoliated and polished leg, Angelina watched his reaction.
“I had this done today,” she flirted. “A lot of other things too.”
“Shorty, honey, you are going to kill me.”
“Maybe,” she winked. “Want to feel?” Angelina flexed her toes into the material of his shirt and hummed.
“You have to be sure. Once I get my hands on you, I can’t let you go.”
“Haven’t you been telling me I’m yours?”
“You are mine.”
“Since you seem to think you’re in charge, I would like to file a complaint.”
“Oh, yeah?” Ben smirked as he took her tiny foot in his hands. Bringing it to his mouth, he kissed her ankle, letting his tongue lavish her skin as he moved toward her knee. “Make it fast. The complaint office is closing.”
