She should have cowered before his rage. Even Jan, his rascally receptionist or Brody his outspoken second in command knew better than to provoke him once he snapped. Apparently, nobody thought to warn Tammy.
Spine straight, eyes flashing, and cheeks hot with color, she spat, “Maybe if you didn’t sneak up all the time I wouldn’t have to hurt you. Speaking of which, where the hell is the bear this time and don’t tell me you didn’t see him, Reid Carver, he was right there. And where the fuck are your clothes? That’s what I’d like to know. Do you know how disturbing it is to have a fight with a man who’s naked?”
“Not as disturbing as getting shot in the ass I’m sure,” he retorted, twisting his hips to show her his offended posterior.
“How is that my fault?”
“You shot me.”
“I shot a bear.”
“Yup.”
And still she didn’t make the connection. Denial. Some people had it stronger than others.
“Just because you’re big and mean, and awfully hairy in some places doesn’t make you a bear.”
“Oh yes I am.” Yeah, he told the truth. Yeah it was against his own rules. He didn’t fucking care. I make the rules.
Fist pump. God I love an alpha male, lol.
Published on June 03, 2014 07:02