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Unfortunately, I’m a sucker for the tall, dark, and devilish type. The more red flags and pitchforks they’re waving, the better.
He looked me up and down with narrowed eyes, taking a careful inventory of my appearance. 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.
A new line of ink, bold, fresh, and burning white-hot like a brand, had appeared on the inside of my wrist. It was her name. And I knew without a doubt that this woman who walked out of my dreams and into my shop on a rainy October night was always meant to show up. Because, somehow, she was part of the curse too.
It’s a time-tested truth that the best-looking men are always the absolute worst.
“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.
“You’re nothing but a pip-squeak with a big mouth and a bad attitude, like a Chihuahua.” “That would be a much better insult if Chihuahuas weren’t my favorite dog.”
The only thing worse than a smart-ass woman was a smart-ass woman who was right.
It figured I’d fall for a witch. My taste in women always ran toward the feral ones.
