Page 15 of Bewitching Her Monsters
The huge male pats his pant leg, and commands, “Heel.”
The dog looks unimpressed.
“He’s a friend’s,” McHottie confesses. “I was hoping he would come with me.”
Reluctantly, I step back so the dog can feel free to join his owner’s friend.
“Come with me, now,” he says. His voice has a tinge of irritation.
“Does he run off a lot?” I ask, giving the dog time to warm up to the idea of going.
“Enough.”
When the dog doesn’t move, I ask, “Does the dog know you very well?”
“He should.” McHottie studies me again. “But apparently, he prefers your company. And I can understand why.”
I laugh heartily because this guy is so far out of my league, and I’d guess at least ten years younger than me. The thought is so absurd, and I think I snort at one point. “Uh, yeah. Okay. Well, I offered him free meat.” I blush again because now it sounds naughty.
“Beautiful women don’t usually tempt that beast. So it must be something about you.”
I glance around this guy’s massive body to see if someone is filming me for a prank video.
He turns to see what I’m looking for. “What’s wrong?” His hand goes out as if to block someone, protecting me from an attack.
Odd. Maybe he’s a cop or something? I could see him in a uniform—military or otherwise. Although, I doubt he would be low ranking with his dominating presence.
“I was looking for the prank camera,” I admit.
When his dark eyes turn back on me, all I read is confusion. “Prank?”
“Umm… Well, it sort of sounded like you were hitting on me. Which is ridiculous.”
“It is?” He frowns. “Why? Are you involved with someone?”
“No.”
“Good.” He smiles, and his whole face lights up, blinding me with his perfection. “Would you like to go out with me tonight?”
“That’s funny.” I shake my head.
I know I’m not ugly. But this guy? There’s no flippin’ way he’s into me, especially how I look right now. No makeup, crazy messy bun, and dumpy oversized clothes—guys can’t really like me like this. Currently, I don’t even qualify as a hot mess. I’m just straight-up messy.
Rob didn’t appreciate how I looked. He called me a sloppy pig. But whatever. I don’t care.
“Oh, yeah. I suppose itislast minute.” He nods like that’s the reason I’m laughing and smiles again. “If you aren’t busy now, I’m not doing anything since I’ve found my friend’s beast.”
“Beast?” I glance back at the dog, and he appears to be giving McHottie the stink eye. “Is that his name? It seems fitting. But he seems like a smart one.”
“He’s notthatsmart,” McHottie says with a chuckle. Then he rubs the back of his neck nervously and shows off his humongous arms. I swear they are thicker than my thighs. And that’s saying something since I’m not thin.
“So, how about that date?” he asks quietly, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates through me all the way to my clit.
I cross my arms defensively. Then I realize I’ve just pushed up my ample breasts with no bra on and in a thin t-shirt. “So, are you into older women or something?”
McHottie clears his throat. “Or something.” Then he steps closer, and his shadow looms over me.
I’m equally turned on and a bit intimidated by his size. I think he might be an oxygen hound since I can’t seem to get enough air.
