Page 3 of Arrested By the Orc

I walk around a counter and down an aisle so I can get a better look at him. Maybe a little too close but what the hell, this might be my only chance. I lift my chin and pull off my plastic gloves. “Oh, yeah, I usually leave it like that so it’s easy for my sister to enter and not have to wait for me to unlock the door. By the way, I’m Sabine Powell, the co-owner of this bakery.”

“I already know who you are. This is not safe. Someone could come in here and attack you.”

I blink. “Why would anyone in Silver Lake do something like that?”

He frowns.

I shrug and shift on my feet because there’s a persistent heat between my thighs that only this man can put out. Then I go and wash and dry my hands.

Up close, his green skin looks amazing and I had no idea his eyelashes were so long. I want to offer him a cupcake, but nothing is decorated yet. My sister is arriving soon and she’s the one who’s turning into the master decorator. I’m better at making and experimenting with a variety of base mixes and getting them out of the ovens in perfect time.

I return and smile brightly, my mind whirring with all the ways I might be able to talk him into sitting and staying for a while so I can get to know him better. “It’s nice to finally have a chance to meet you, Sheriff Underwood. Why are you here this early? Is there something you need to talk to me about?”

He takes out a pair of handcuffs. “I’m here because you’re under arrest.”

Chapter 2

Sadie

My jaw drops. Did Sheriff Underwood just say he was going to arrest me?

Have I entered the Twilight Zone?

There must be a mistake. “What?” I sputter. “Why? What did I do?”

He simply stares at me.

I gaze up at those harsh features and that molten gaze. His shirt looks like it can barely contain that massive chest and all those green muscles. The Sheriff just declared he was about to put me under arrest and I’m still hot all over because I always wonder at the size of his package. It’s literally difficult for me to keep my eyes on his face and not allow my gaze to drop for a peek of his crotch.

I’m a mess. Focus, Sadie, focus. The man said he was about to arrest you. Think with your mind and not with your pussy.

Finally, he answers, “You’re under arrest for the crime of having too many friends who want to help the local community.”

My shoulders soften. “Are you joking? Do orcs tell jokes?”

He takes a step closer. “No, I do not tell jokes. But I appreciate the jokes that certain humans tell. I am going to put these handcuffs on you and take you to townhall. You will spend most of the day in jail.”

“Jail?” I sputter. “But…but I’ve never been arrested. I don’t even know how this works.”

“Put out both of your hands.”

I nervously wipe my hands on the old apron I’m wearing and put them out like ordered.

He stands so close there’s barely any space between the two of us. I can smell him. Dear god he smells so good. Like sunshine, soil and leather, with just a light hint of cologne? I want to lick his whole body.

The handcuffs clink and glint in the light.

What is this man doing to me?

“Sheriff…?”

A growl rumbles in his chest and he clicks the cuffs closed. His fingers gently rub the skin of my wrists. “Call me Bowen.”

I swear he’s leaning into me. Is he sniffing my hair?

And then I hear giggling.

Bowen takes a step back and that’s when I spy my sister and our two other employees watching this whole scene through the other doorway that leads to the front of the store.

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