while
waiting. Time had never moved slower than waiting for Dire to show. Maybe she
needed a psychologist or some heavier meds of a different type. Who worried
about a man they recently met, and without an exact definition of the relationship
they were heading in. She grasped his shirt in one hand, wanting to bury her
face in his scent. Madness. She’d fallen head over
heels into insanity. Tired of pacing and watching out the blinds for a glimpse
of his truck, she sat down and flipped the television on. True to her word, she
kept away from the news channels. Comedic family shows played on every channel.
Not in the mood for comedy, she turned the television off and picked up a
historical romance she’d found at a swap and shop months ago, but hadn’t had
the time to read. She slipped the robe off and donned his shirt, wanting to
feel closer to him in his absence. Using the discarded robe as blanket, she
curled up on the couch and disappeared into the pages of her new book.
Lost in the world of thievery, abduction and handsome as sin highlanders,
she’d toned out the world until a loud banging on the door scared her out of
her wits. She dog-eared the page and tossed off the robe. The incessant
pounding grew louder. “What.” She swung the door open ready to rip the balls
out of the person who’d made her put down the fantastic book and probably
dented her door. “Dire.”
“I rang the bell seven times.” Did he growl at her? And why did she find
the sound arousing. Wait…I’m mad at him. She crossed her arms over her breasts and glared at him.
“I’m sorry for scaring you.”
Mia saw red. She clocked him with her open palm across his face, spun on
her heel and stormed back into her house.
“Mia. Stop.”
“Go to hell.” She launched her body forward into a sprint up the stairs
away from him. Pounding footsteps fell behind her as she heard him chase.
Halfway up the stairs, a band of steel wound across her middle, halting her
momentum. She kicked back and found her legs trapped by muscles as hard as tree
trunks.
“Why are you mad?”
God he smelled good. Even angry with him, his energy singed her. Struggling to break his hold
got her nowhere. His breath tickled her neck. His rock hard chest cradled her
back.
“You didn’t text or call.”
Dire cussed under his breath. “Because I thought you’d be asleep like we
discussed,” he snapped at her and spun her to face him.
She saw the angry welt on his face and dropped her gaze. Dire didn’t
deserve her abuse. Ashamed of her actions, she couldn’t look him in the face.
“You should’ve anyhow.”
“I’m okay.” She frowned refusing to give into the two words she’d wanted
to hear for hours.
“The team is okay too. Mia. I like to look who I’m talking to in the
face.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” She pushed against him to get away and
stumbled on the stairs when he let go of her. “Take this back and get out. I
can’t do this.” Tears threatened to spill as she tore off his shirt and threw
it at him. The T-shirt hit him in the face and fell to the floor. “I wanted to
tell you that we should be friends but I can’t now because I’m in too deep.”
His stunned expression, the way he held his body rigid while raking a gaze over
her body caused her to shiver in reaction and start for her bedroom. “I said to
leave,” she repeated when he made no move to.
“Calm down.” Instead of leaving, he followed her.
“Fuck you.”
“That’s mature.” He caught up to her, spun her around, and fisted a hand
in her hair keeping her from running further. “Look at me Mia.” Her choice was
to squeeze her eyes shut or to do as he bid.
“You had better be glad I’m not tender headed.” She glared at him,
uncomfortable with the close proximity of his body so close to hers and her
runaway emotions.
“I’m not hurt and you’re okay. Nothing bad happened.” He pressed her
against the edge of her bed and dropped an arm to her
waiting. Time had never moved slower than waiting for Dire to show. Maybe she
needed a psychologist or some heavier meds of a different type. Who worried
about a man they recently met, and without an exact definition of the relationship
they were heading in. She grasped his shirt in one hand, wanting to bury her
face in his scent. Madness. She’d fallen head over
heels into insanity. Tired of pacing and watching out the blinds for a glimpse
of his truck, she sat down and flipped the television on. True to her word, she
kept away from the news channels. Comedic family shows played on every channel.
Not in the mood for comedy, she turned the television off and picked up a
historical romance she’d found at a swap and shop months ago, but hadn’t had
the time to read. She slipped the robe off and donned his shirt, wanting to
feel closer to him in his absence. Using the discarded robe as blanket, she
curled up on the couch and disappeared into the pages of her new book.
Lost in the world of thievery, abduction and handsome as sin highlanders,
she’d toned out the world until a loud banging on the door scared her out of
her wits. She dog-eared the page and tossed off the robe. The incessant
pounding grew louder. “What.” She swung the door open ready to rip the balls
out of the person who’d made her put down the fantastic book and probably
dented her door. “Dire.”
“I rang the bell seven times.” Did he growl at her? And why did she find
the sound arousing. Wait…I’m mad at him. She crossed her arms over her breasts and glared at him.
“I’m sorry for scaring you.”
Mia saw red. She clocked him with her open palm across his face, spun on
her heel and stormed back into her house.
“Mia. Stop.”
“Go to hell.” She launched her body forward into a sprint up the stairs
away from him. Pounding footsteps fell behind her as she heard him chase.
Halfway up the stairs, a band of steel wound across her middle, halting her
momentum. She kicked back and found her legs trapped by muscles as hard as tree
trunks.
“Why are you mad?”
God he smelled good. Even angry with him, his energy singed her. Struggling to break his hold
got her nowhere. His breath tickled her neck. His rock hard chest cradled her
back.
“You didn’t text or call.”
Dire cussed under his breath. “Because I thought you’d be asleep like we
discussed,” he snapped at her and spun her to face him.
She saw the angry welt on his face and dropped her gaze. Dire didn’t
deserve her abuse. Ashamed of her actions, she couldn’t look him in the face.
“You should’ve anyhow.”
“I’m okay.” She frowned refusing to give into the two words she’d wanted
to hear for hours.
“The team is okay too. Mia. I like to look who I’m talking to in the
face.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” She pushed against him to get away and
stumbled on the stairs when he let go of her. “Take this back and get out. I
can’t do this.” Tears threatened to spill as she tore off his shirt and threw
it at him. The T-shirt hit him in the face and fell to the floor. “I wanted to
tell you that we should be friends but I can’t now because I’m in too deep.”
His stunned expression, the way he held his body rigid while raking a gaze over
her body caused her to shiver in reaction and start for her bedroom. “I said to
leave,” she repeated when he made no move to.
“Calm down.” Instead of leaving, he followed her.
“Fuck you.”
“That’s mature.” He caught up to her, spun her around, and fisted a hand
in her hair keeping her from running further. “Look at me Mia.” Her choice was
to squeeze her eyes shut or to do as he bid.
“You had better be glad I’m not tender headed.” She glared at him,
uncomfortable with the close proximity of his body so close to hers and her
runaway emotions.
“I’m not hurt and you’re okay. Nothing bad happened.” He pressed her
against the edge of her bed and dropped an arm to her
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