“You are becoming more and more a pain in my ass.” I sneer out, maybe if I turn cold, he’ll back away.Yeah, you don’t want that.
“Is that why your ass keeps digging into my pelvis?” What? No, that isn’t true. Embarrassment seethes through my skin. I freeze, my hips must have gravitated into him. My body wants something, something it can’t have.
Ms. Melanie had disappeared, I didn’t notice. I jumped away from him. Turning to back away, I look at him, the coy smile on his face. A devilish smile plastered on his face.
I keep backing away and run into another body, this time smaller and end up collapsing on the floor. My ass and my back are radiating in pain. I look to see what I bumped into, finding out it’s my traitorous nephew, with a bag of chips and dip in his hands. His lips sucked in between his teeth, holding back a true laughter.
Fucking clumsy ass woman.
Heavy bootsteps come closer, closing the distance between us.
“Finn.” He nods to my nephew.
“Grumpy”. He nods back.
Keola extends out a hand, waiting for me to grab it to hoist myself back up. It’s just a hand. Means nothing.
I grab it, pulling myself up. The strength of the pull makes me wonder what kind of muscles lie under that shirt and under that cut.
“Lottie?” My nephew breaks me out of thoughts.
“I’m alright, kid. Just take my card and go pay, we need to get home.” I quickly rush in my pocket and grab out my wallet.
“Okay, but if I grab more stuff than intended, you can’t get mad at me.” Before I can say another word, he vanishes again. I swear this kid.
I brush myself off, then he speaks. “Don’t go falling for me now angel.” My heart races.
Angel.This isn’t the first time he called me an angel.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
“We’ll see.” He starts to walk away, leaving me still riled up, blushing, embarrassed. This is the weirdest interaction I have had so far in my lifetime.
“What are you doing in this neighborhood anyway?” I ask as I follow behind him. I don’t know why I was continuing the conversation.
He doesn’t turn around but he answers, “I needed to do some extermination. There’s a weasel that needs to be found.”
It sounds cryptic enough. “I figured that you would have been in the woods or something.”
“Or something?” He chuckles again, stepping through the store door. The other guy was waiting by his truck.
“Yeah, you know. Burly, biker men living in the woods. Only to come out and stalk their prey.” I try to joke. Honestly, I don’t know why I am still talking with the man.
The other guy raises an eyebrow, “It’s alright Joaquin.” he turns back at me. “Are you calling yourself my prey?” The cockily smile, the big dark brown eyes, and his chiseled jaw.
“Um...” I start to sweat. Avoiding his eye contact. “That’s not what I was trying to say.”
I can hear the door chime from the shop, sensing that my nephew is watching his aunt crash and burn from this. The cheeky devil boy.
Keola takes a step closer. “We can play the game of hating and pestering each other. But maybe in the end a purple haired angel is going to give in.”
Oh he thinks we’re playing. My bumbling mess was a game to him.
Something in me changes from the blubbering idiot to something ravenous. “Do your worst, baby.”Bonne chance.
He grins like a game clock is counting down. “Maybe those cuffs might come in handy,” the heat from his body radiates around me. Any closer and tension will break, “I gotta find a weasel. I’ll see you on Monday.”He brushes a finger trailing along my cheek, lightly tapping on my nose.
The shoulders on Joaquin bounces up and down. He finds this funny. Both of them vanishing into their truck and left the streets. I hear the crunching of chips from behind.
