![]() No White Knight
-- EXCERPT: This girl hits below the belt. Literally. That’s one area, though, where I’m never insecure. I’m actually grinning. There’s a fire in her, and frankly, I respect her more for calling me the douchebag I am for coming out here and sizing up her land without even a how-do-you-do? “Don’t even try it,” I say. “I grew up around here. I know how to handle horses.” “I hope you mean riding. Wouldn’t know it just looking at you.” Another once-over, like my suit’s some kind of scarlet letter branding me an outsider. “You look like New York. Tell you what—you ever want your country edge back, I’ll break you in until you’re raw around the edges and leave you begging.” I arch both brows. “Sweetheart, I don’t think you meant that to come out the way it did,” I say, biting back a bigger grin. Libby makes a disgusted huff, rolling her eyes so hard they go white. “Keep it in your pants, cowboy.” “Again,” I point out, “you seem to be putting a whole lot of thought into what’s in my trousers. You been missing me, Libby? Had a little crush I never knew about and now we’re all grown up and you want to play?” I step closer to her. I can’t help it. Women look at me like I’m dinner. Sure, they hear the stories. I’m bad news, but the kind of bad news you want to hear to learn a few dirty tricks. Everybody wants a ride. Nobody ever tries to buck me off. Not like Libby. And that just makes me want to get under her skin and live there. I smile slowly, leaning down toward her, close enough to purr in her ear. “You want to play house,” I say, “you gotta call me Daddy.” Her eyes go wider than the moon. She makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat. That hot-pink flush in her cheeks turns brilliant red, and there’s no mistaking the fury. Her mouth thins to a tight line. The only warning I get is Sierra shouting. “Oh, no, Libby, don’t--” Too late. Libby plants her hands square on my chest and pushes me. I mean, hell. It’s a miracle she catches me off kilter, considering she barely comes up to my collar. But I’m thinking less about being impressed and more about the sky spinning and the world whirling by as I topple backward. My ass lands hard in a puff of yellow dust that flies up and spills back down, coating my freshly dry-cleaned black suit. ![]()
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Sue G.
5/4/2020 11:29:54 am
This sounds fun! Love a sassy female with a cocky alpha! And that cover model....YUM!
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