him.
“Permit please.” His eyes scanned her from head to toe, then
a slight grimace turned his lips as if he wasn’t impressed by what he saw. His
unflattering judgment of her stung more than it should. She was used to people
thinking negative things about her due to her hair and clothes, and she’d
thought she was immune to their reaction by now.
“One second,” she said and dug through her pockets. “I have
it right here.” He crossed his arms and watched her, his expression becoming
colder by the second. “Really, I have it...” She fumbled with her pockets,
tugging out the silk lining. Nothing more than an old, lint-covered cough drop
and a used tissue fell to the ground.
“If you can't find your permit, you have to leave.” The cold
indifference in his words at once chilled her and made her mad. “After
yesterday's incidents, we aren't taking any chances with our security.”
“Look, I really do have one.” She crossed her arms, copying
his gesture. Though he outweighed her by at least a hundred and fifty pounds,
she wasn't about to let him intimidate her—too much. Trying to keep her voice
firm, she tilted her chin. “I'm sure there is some kind of master list you can
check.”
Those amazing eyes narrowed at her. “My job isn't to go
running around on fool’s errands for little Emo girls who can't keep track of
their papers. Why don’t you go run along and write some sad poetry about the
mall being out of your favorite brand of lip balm.”
“Little Emo girls? Lip balm?” His words slapped at her, and
for a moment, all she could do was stare at him. “I don't know who the hell you
think you are—”
“My name is Captain King, and I’m the man who is about to
kick you out of here.”
“What?” She gripped her hands into fists, trying to ignore
the people in the adjoining booths who were now openly watching the unfolding
drama. “Listen, Captain King, I waited over a year to get this permit. It's
legal, and I lost it, but I am not leaving. So you can stand there and be a
dick all you want and clench your butt up tight enough to crack walnuts, but
I'm not leaving.”
A shocked gasp drew her attention and she turned to see her
neighbors stared at her with their mouths hanging open. Reality tried to push
past her anger to tell her she was making a big mistake, but she was full of
righteous fury. If this gorgeous asshole would just check the ledger, he would
see she was supposed to be here.
“Oh, really?” He planted his fists on her table and leaned
toward her. “This is my territory and people to protect, and I don't allow
anyone onto it without a permit.” His full lips twitched into a small smirk.
“Especially little girls trying to sneak in and sell their junk.”
“Junk? Junk?” With a growl, she had the front of his shirt
gripped in her fists before she was even aware of moving. “I am not a little
girl. I do have a permit. If you would stop being such an asshole for—”
His big hands tightened on her arms, and he picked her up
over her table in a dizzying display of strength and held her before his face.
“Let go of my shirt.”
His growl made her nipples grow hard. Cursing the perverse
nature of her libido, she answered in her own snarl. “Make me.”
Surprise flickered through his eyes, and she wriggled in his
hold. He pulled her closer until their noses were almost touching. “You're
lucky I don't take you over my knee and spank you until you can't walk.”
The savage imagery of his words combined with his punishing
grip brought a liquid heat to her body. She went pliant in his embrace, her
body softening against him. The blue of his eyes deepened to a dark teal as his
pupils expanded.
It must have been her overactive hormones, but she swore she
could feel his desire move against her like a hand stroking her body. She
loosened her hold on his shirt and pressed her palms to his chest. Solid and
firm, she had never felt anything as deliciously male as his
“Permit please.” His eyes scanned her from head to toe, then
a slight grimace turned his lips as if he wasn’t impressed by what he saw. His
unflattering judgment of her stung more than it should. She was used to people
thinking negative things about her due to her hair and clothes, and she’d
thought she was immune to their reaction by now.
“One second,” she said and dug through her pockets. “I have
it right here.” He crossed his arms and watched her, his expression becoming
colder by the second. “Really, I have it...” She fumbled with her pockets,
tugging out the silk lining. Nothing more than an old, lint-covered cough drop
and a used tissue fell to the ground.
“If you can't find your permit, you have to leave.” The cold
indifference in his words at once chilled her and made her mad. “After
yesterday's incidents, we aren't taking any chances with our security.”
“Look, I really do have one.” She crossed her arms, copying
his gesture. Though he outweighed her by at least a hundred and fifty pounds,
she wasn't about to let him intimidate her—too much. Trying to keep her voice
firm, she tilted her chin. “I'm sure there is some kind of master list you can
check.”
Those amazing eyes narrowed at her. “My job isn't to go
running around on fool’s errands for little Emo girls who can't keep track of
their papers. Why don’t you go run along and write some sad poetry about the
mall being out of your favorite brand of lip balm.”
“Little Emo girls? Lip balm?” His words slapped at her, and
for a moment, all she could do was stare at him. “I don't know who the hell you
think you are—”
“My name is Captain King, and I’m the man who is about to
kick you out of here.”
“What?” She gripped her hands into fists, trying to ignore
the people in the adjoining booths who were now openly watching the unfolding
drama. “Listen, Captain King, I waited over a year to get this permit. It's
legal, and I lost it, but I am not leaving. So you can stand there and be a
dick all you want and clench your butt up tight enough to crack walnuts, but
I'm not leaving.”
A shocked gasp drew her attention and she turned to see her
neighbors stared at her with their mouths hanging open. Reality tried to push
past her anger to tell her she was making a big mistake, but she was full of
righteous fury. If this gorgeous asshole would just check the ledger, he would
see she was supposed to be here.
“Oh, really?” He planted his fists on her table and leaned
toward her. “This is my territory and people to protect, and I don't allow
anyone onto it without a permit.” His full lips twitched into a small smirk.
“Especially little girls trying to sneak in and sell their junk.”
“Junk? Junk?” With a growl, she had the front of his shirt
gripped in her fists before she was even aware of moving. “I am not a little
girl. I do have a permit. If you would stop being such an asshole for—”
His big hands tightened on her arms, and he picked her up
over her table in a dizzying display of strength and held her before his face.
“Let go of my shirt.”
His growl made her nipples grow hard. Cursing the perverse
nature of her libido, she answered in her own snarl. “Make me.”
Surprise flickered through his eyes, and she wriggled in his
hold. He pulled her closer until their noses were almost touching. “You're
lucky I don't take you over my knee and spank you until you can't walk.”
The savage imagery of his words combined with his punishing
grip brought a liquid heat to her body. She went pliant in his embrace, her
body softening against him. The blue of his eyes deepened to a dark teal as his
pupils expanded.
It must have been her overactive hormones, but she swore she
could feel his desire move against her like a hand stroking her body. She
loosened her hold on his shirt and pressed her palms to his chest. Solid and
firm, she had never felt anything as deliciously male as his
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