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gilded cage high above the city. She would be Beauty, and he would be the beast to torment her.
In wilder moments, she imagined that he had a brother just as savage as he. Maybe two brothers.
It looked as if she was going to have to leave her shitty little apartment as her shitty little landlord had decided it was time to extort a huge and unwarranted increase from all of his tenants.
Life in the city was hard enough. Her job in the mall wasn’t exactly uplifting. Her second job waitressing in the diner was anything but. All this so that she could scrape together the rent for two rooms by an overhead railway, and now she wouldn’t even be able to afford that because Ratzinger had decided that he was due a raise.
He had told her, “You know, you’re a very beautiful girl, Hayley,” and his beady little eyes had danced as they peered up at her. “Maybe there’s another way this could work out, hmm?”
It was amazing how one little phrase, a tiny slip like that could plunge a man instantly from “Definitely Not Impossible” to, “Not if All My Fingers Fell Off, Batteries Stopped Working, and the World ran Out of Shampoo Bottles.”
“Definitely Not Impossible” was a really small group. Significantly smaller now that Ratzinger had flushed himself out. Hayley’s luck with men had always been bad. The dry season that started when she’d arrived in the city had gone on so long now that Texas would have sent aid if they’d heard.
Following the path down through the speckled shadows of the forest, Hayley had descended far enough to have met the morning mist coming up. She held her hand up to shield her eyes against the low sun.
She burst into a clearing and the light splashed, making her wince. As she turned from the glare her foot stepped into a hollow and she stumbled and began to plunge.
Her fall was halted by a strong grip and she bumped against a soft, woolen shirt with a huge, hard chest inside it. A low voice vibrated the chest and the firm stomach. She felt more than heard the skip of amusement in the voice as it rumbled down to her.
“Are you lost in the woods, little girl?”
Big, strong hands held her steady. The touch seemed to awaken every part of her as they held her around her waist. One by one, parts of her insides felt as though they opened like flowers in sunlight. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat.
Nobody called Hayley that. She didn’t remember anybody ever calling her that. The voice was thick like dark honey. When she looked up, she had to shield her eyes against the light again.
The bearded man’s brown eyes shone from under his tousled, tawny thatch. She saw the edge of a smile, but the face was in the glow of the haze. His hands still held her.
Irrationally, Hayley didn’t want him to let go. She felt as though she had arrived somewhere, like she had reached a destination. His trunk was warm and hard.
His hands were strong but they held her tenderly, like his nerves were finding her. Learning her. His body was warm against her in the cold morning air. She felt an urge to hug him.
“Are you okay?” There was definitely a chuckle in his voice now. Definitely Not Impossible , she thought.
Hayley cleared her throat and said, “I’m fine. Thank you.” She put her hands on his to remove them. When her their skin touched a shock bolted through her. It made her mouth sag open and her eyes opened wider. She felt a well open at her core, like a discovery.
Against her fluttering stomach and behind the heavy denim of his work jeans, a long, hard rock uncoiled and straightened. Her heart thumped.
Somehow Hayley felt as though she knew the big stranger. He seemed dangerous and cuddly at the same time, in a way that felt familiar.
Hayley pulled back, but he didn’t let go. She said, “Thank you.” Her voice was breathy. “I must have lost my footing.”
“Lucky that’s all you lost.” There was a twinkle in his voice and a smile
In wilder moments, she imagined that he had a brother just as savage as he. Maybe two brothers.
It looked as if she was going to have to leave her shitty little apartment as her shitty little landlord had decided it was time to extort a huge and unwarranted increase from all of his tenants.
Life in the city was hard enough. Her job in the mall wasn’t exactly uplifting. Her second job waitressing in the diner was anything but. All this so that she could scrape together the rent for two rooms by an overhead railway, and now she wouldn’t even be able to afford that because Ratzinger had decided that he was due a raise.
He had told her, “You know, you’re a very beautiful girl, Hayley,” and his beady little eyes had danced as they peered up at her. “Maybe there’s another way this could work out, hmm?”
It was amazing how one little phrase, a tiny slip like that could plunge a man instantly from “Definitely Not Impossible” to, “Not if All My Fingers Fell Off, Batteries Stopped Working, and the World ran Out of Shampoo Bottles.”
“Definitely Not Impossible” was a really small group. Significantly smaller now that Ratzinger had flushed himself out. Hayley’s luck with men had always been bad. The dry season that started when she’d arrived in the city had gone on so long now that Texas would have sent aid if they’d heard.
Following the path down through the speckled shadows of the forest, Hayley had descended far enough to have met the morning mist coming up. She held her hand up to shield her eyes against the low sun.
She burst into a clearing and the light splashed, making her wince. As she turned from the glare her foot stepped into a hollow and she stumbled and began to plunge.
Her fall was halted by a strong grip and she bumped against a soft, woolen shirt with a huge, hard chest inside it. A low voice vibrated the chest and the firm stomach. She felt more than heard the skip of amusement in the voice as it rumbled down to her.
“Are you lost in the woods, little girl?”
Big, strong hands held her steady. The touch seemed to awaken every part of her as they held her around her waist. One by one, parts of her insides felt as though they opened like flowers in sunlight. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat.
Nobody called Hayley that. She didn’t remember anybody ever calling her that. The voice was thick like dark honey. When she looked up, she had to shield her eyes against the light again.
The bearded man’s brown eyes shone from under his tousled, tawny thatch. She saw the edge of a smile, but the face was in the glow of the haze. His hands still held her.
Irrationally, Hayley didn’t want him to let go. She felt as though she had arrived somewhere, like she had reached a destination. His trunk was warm and hard.
His hands were strong but they held her tenderly, like his nerves were finding her. Learning her. His body was warm against her in the cold morning air. She felt an urge to hug him.
“Are you okay?” There was definitely a chuckle in his voice now. Definitely Not Impossible , she thought.
Hayley cleared her throat and said, “I’m fine. Thank you.” She put her hands on his to remove them. When her their skin touched a shock bolted through her. It made her mouth sag open and her eyes opened wider. She felt a well open at her core, like a discovery.
Against her fluttering stomach and behind the heavy denim of his work jeans, a long, hard rock uncoiled and straightened. Her heart thumped.
Somehow Hayley felt as though she knew the big stranger. He seemed dangerous and cuddly at the same time, in a way that felt familiar.
Hayley pulled back, but he didn’t let go. She said, “Thank you.” Her voice was breathy. “I must have lost my footing.”
“Lucky that’s all you lost.” There was a twinkle in his voice and a smile
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