Too Hot to Handle

by Tessa Bailey

Meet the fucking Clarksons.

“I hate to disappoint you, but this isn't the first time a woman's threatened me with a knife.” “Yeah, but it would be the last.”

“Rita.” “Rita,” he repeated, although with his accent, it sounded more like Ray-da. “I like that. Rhymes with cheetah.”

Ray-da had me laughing

“I didn’t get near enough time with you, Rita. If you don’t show up tonight, don’t be surprised if I come looking.” He laid his palms against the warm building, above her head, watched her gaze dip to his stomach. His lap. “And if I have to come looking, I’ll be twice as determined to get that kiss.”

“Does your grandmother usually cook Thanksgiving dinner for a casual lunch?” “She’s the reason for my gym membership.”