“Woofy.” The female voice was cut off as the door to the kitchen slammed open and rebounded. There was a low grunt of pain and then more screeching as the woman came into view.
“You hit my dog?”
A petite woman rounded the bar - all fiery indignation and multi-coloured hair piled on top of her head. The dog in my arms started to wiggle like a thing possessed, giving me no choice but to drop him to his paws so he could trot over to her, his tail between his legs.
My grin grew the moment she looked up at me, the recognition clear on her face. Pouty unpainted lips fell open in a small ‘o’.
“Well hello there, Sunflower.” Cocking my head to the side, I took her in. She was as cute as I remembered, maybe more so because her anger made her eyes sparkle.
“You hit my dog?” she repeated, the heat in her voice making my dick twitch in my pants. God, I liked her when she was angry. She was like a little tornado, hell-bent on destruction.
“I clipped your dog, but he is absolutely fine. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here, Sunflower? Back on the road? If I had known I could have...”
“Could have what? And stop calling me Sunflower. That isn’t my name.”
Chuckling, I took a step towards her. “No, it’s not. But it suits you.” Another step and I could see the way her chest rose and fell just a little too quickly. I made her nervous.
I liked that I made her nervous.
“Sunflower is a dumb name.” She squeaked when her back hit the bar. I didn’t cage her in although every part of me wanted to.
“And Gypsy is any better?”
Her hand came up so quickly that I almost didn’t catch it before it made contact with my face. But I did, and I curled one hand around her wrist, lifting her hand away from me.
“Easy there, Sunflower. I don’t mind a little slapping now and then but at least let’s get the introductions out of the way first, right?”
“Let go of me, asshole.” She tried to snatch her hand away, so I moved without thinking, pressing my body against hers.
She was as soft as she looked. Fucking mouth-wateringly soft.
“Not until you calm down. Your dog is fine. You are fine. Everything's just fine.”
“Asshole,” she hissed in my direction.
“You have a filthy mouth, Gypsy. One I could put to better use.”
Her eyes flashed. “I would rather fuck a cactus than go anywhere near your disease-ridden cock.”
Laughing, I cupped her chin between my fingers. “Now I’m always up for some kinky shit, Gypsy, but that might be pushing it a little even for me.”
A small noise sounded from behind me and I turned.
Sylvia was standing there, her look half horror and half amusement. “So...yeah. Fang, this is Gypsy. Gypsy, this is Fang. You two are business partners.” She cleared her throat. “But I’m guessing you have already met.”
8
Fang
I’d hither damn dog and manhandled her all in the same day. It wasn’t quite the meeting I had envisioned, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Not when she was looking at me in the way she was.
She was trying to be discreet about it. Trying to catch glimpses when she thought I wasn’t looking.
Unfortunately for her, I was always looking. I didn’t even attempt to be subtle about it.
What would be the point?
I was interested in her, and for all her fire and venom aimed in my direction, she was interested in me. It was only a matter of time before she fell into my bed. Personally I was all for speeding up the process. The chase was fun and all but there were other things that were fun that we could be doing.
