This isn’t a damn game of hot potato!
I shake my head and say, “No, I’ll wait for him to free up. You go on ahead and do whatever you do.” My hand waves to dismiss him but he doesn’t move.
He just stares at me with that ridiculous, yet, sexy smirk of his and crosses his arms over his chest before leaning back on his heels. It causes his jeans to tighten even further and I think to myself, “THAT is how all jeans should fit…”
“Not going to happen. Archie and Rowdy have it all arranged. Like it or not, you’re with me today. Trust me, I’m no happier about the change than you are.” He runs his gaze over me and I fidget as his eyes reach my toes. “At least you’re dressed appropriately. But, you’ll need a hat.”
Huh? What does he mean Archie and Rowdy have it all arranged?!
What the hell? No one consulted me!
Since when do I take orders?
I snap, “I don’t have a damn hat and I’m so glad that everyone else has decided just what I’m doing today. I mean, how would Ieverknow what to do without the big strong menfolk telling me?!” He’s still smirking at me and I can tell that he’s amused. It pisses me off more. “Besides, you hate me. Why do you want to spend a day with me? You might kill me and leave me in a field for your cows to eat!”
His eyes crinkle as he looks me from head to toe again. My stomach flops and I blame it on the fact that I only had a bagel and a cup of coffee for breakfast. He says, “Oh, darlin’. I don’t hate you. I don’t even know you, but I don’twantto spend a day with you. The very idea is torture, but the fact that you hate it so much has it looking more appealing by the second.” He chuckles as I growl. “And… my cows don’t eat meat. They certainly wouldn’t want to eat you… I’m quite certain the taste would be very unpleasant.”
Standing tall, I slap my hands on my hips and point at him as I exclaim, “Oh, I taste sweet. As sweet as candy. I’m like the nectar of the gods! Anyone who eats me would basically die from the intense pleasure.”
Wait, what?
Oh, good lord…
Falcon’s brow rises and shock covers his face before he grins again. His eyes seemingly twinkle before trailing over my body in a slow and steady exploration. Fireworks explode in my midsection and my thighs tighten as heat floods my body. “Is that right, darlin’?” He shakes his head and rocks on his heels as he chuckles. Flicking his lip with his perfect teeth, he looks far too sexy. I swoon. He chuckle and says bluntly, “Good thing I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. You’re perfectly safe.”
WHAT?!
Did he just insult me again? Sexually?
I freeze as all the heat leaves my body. It feels like I just participated in the ice bucket challenge. And then, determination fill me.
Oh, is that right, Cowboy Cocky?
As if you’d even have the chance to taste me.
You WOULD die.
You couldn’t handle all of this, but I’m damn sure going to make you want to.
You have no idea of the shitstorm you just unleashed.
Falcon Donovan, you just declared war.
Turning, he walks to the door, unaware of the game he just started, and shoves his feet into a pair of boots. He bends to fix the bottom of his jeans and his ass is directly in my line of sight.
Sweet Baby Jesus… that is a fantastic ass! So what… soon he’ll be saying that about me and he’s going to beg me to let him have a taste…
“You comin’, darlin’?! Daylight is wasting and you already have me late to my day.” He looks over his shoulder and catches me ogling his ass. He arches his brow.
Son… Of… A… Bitch
Busted.
Oh, well, time to just play it off.
Running my hands over the open neckline of my borrowed button-up shirt, I cock my head to the side. His eyes follow my hands before wariness enters his eyes when they meet mine. I nod. “Waiting on you…” and walk past him to open the door, adding a little extra sway to my hips.
Falcon
