“Well, good.”
The deepness of his voice wasn’t contrived. Neither was his smile.
Then he opened his mouth again and all bets were off as to my ability to ignore him. “Let’s grab a drink.”
“Why would I want to do that?”
He took his time, moving closer, his entire demeanor changing as the arrogance returned. “Because you want me.”
“I want you.” In repeating the words, I found even more amusement than when bantering on my soggy lawn. “And what exactly do I want?”
My mystery flower murderer took a took few seconds glancing from one side of the ice to the other as if ensuring we were alonebefore opening his mouth and inserting not only his foot but his entire leg.
“My cock thrust deep inside your tight little pussy.”
Now, me being a sweet, unassuming girl who was quick to apologize and even quicker to forgive, he’d managed to cross my last nerve and shred my patience all at the same time.
So I did what any red-blooded American girl would do when faced with a pontificating, arrogant, rude flower killer.
I slapped him hard across the face.
CHAPTER 9
Christine
“Ouch! Why in the hell did you do that?” He jumped backward, immediately grabbing his face.
Flower Killer’s cheek had to sting and my guess was the loud cracking of my palm against his skin was still echoing in his ears.
“Because you’re an asinine, haughty beast with a God complex. That’s why.”
I don’t know why his statement pinged my pissed-off-ometer other than the arrogance laced in the words. He didn’t ask, he just commanded that we go on a date. Now, my mother had taught me to be polite, but when he tried to grab my arm, all bets were off.
Plus, the possessiveness was just plain annoying coming from any man.
“I was just asking you out.”
Was he kidding me? I couldn’t help myself, getting right in his face. “No, thank you.”
Why did he need to be so damn good looking?
Godlike with chiseled features.
Sharp cheekbones.
Broad shoulders.
Killer thighs.
All I could think about was the kiss we’d shared and his rosy, plump lips.
My fantasy went wild, which wasn’t my intention. He was still an arrogant ass.
Before I backed away from him, I was gifted with a delicious whiff of his aftershave. Whatever he was wearing, the scent of musk and earthy goodness assaulted my senses in the best way. Being lightheaded at this point had nothing to do with exertion. There was also another heavy crack of electricity that seemed as if it came from the heavens above.
I was shocked that the effect of having him so close momentarily took my breath away. It certainly wasn’t because of his charming personality, although he was trying to be cute. In a Neanderthal kind of way.
When I took a step back and out of arm’s reach, he shoved his hands into his pockets, disappointment showing clearly in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to come off so forceful. I wanted to make it up to you. That was shitty of me. Believe it or not, my mama raised me better.”
