Spicy Little Curses

by J.T. Geissinger

It felt distinctly hostile, which was odd. Usually people didn’t get aggravated until they got to know me better.

If there’s one thing I really hate, it’s when someone underestimates my intelligence. Especially when that someone is male and inconveniently hot.

It’s a time-tested truth that the best-looking men are always the absolute worst.

Not everything can be explained with your news articles and clever little words.” “I’ll use some big words, too, I promise.”

Oh, except for the fun fact that any woman who fell in love with a Rousseau man was doomed to a tragic death. So that was perfect. Nothing says “great idea” like falling for a man who might be my own personal grim reaper.

“What you’re asking for, smart-ass, is a spanking.” A jolt of lust rocked my body. Wide-eyed and breathless, my heart pounding, I stared at him. Spanking? Yes, that sounded like an excellent idea.

The only thing worse than a smart-ass woman was a smart-ass woman who was right.

Men got so emotional when they couldn’t be in control of everything.

“Great. So we’re looking for an unfindable woman to tell us how to escape an unstoppable curse. Love that for us.”

“Okay, but how do we figure it out?” “We just figure it out.” I stared at him. “It must be such a relief to be so unburdened by logic.”