Page 18 of Mine to Dominate

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She tried to laugh.

“Well, Sheriff, let me tell you, there will never be another time.”

“You wanna bet?” he growled.

“Oh, yeah. I’ll bet you my job…”

“Don’t even say that.”

“Fine. I don’t like to play games. I never have, and I usually don’t associate with people that do. I’ll work with you, but don’t expect anything more from me.”

She saw the muscle in his jaw throb. She would never have guessed he’d be like this. Hot and then cold. Or the type of dom who played with women and their emotions.

She looked out her window.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he warned her.

Kayla just snorted. She wasn’t going to think about the pain this was causing. At least not until she was home and he was gone.

They pulled up to her dark house, and she jumped from the truck and headed for her door.

“Wait a goddamn minute.”

“Just go home, Sheriff.” He got to her as she was putting the key in the lock. She unlocked the door and opened it. “Thank you for the dinner and a view of your house. I think you’ll be very happy there. Goodbye.”

He put his foot into the door to stop it and stared at her.

When he didn’t say anything, she said. “What?”

“We’ll talk about this later.”

“No, we won’t. We’ll work together but nothing else.”

“There are things I need to tell you.”

“How about this, Sheriff? I don’t fucking care. Now please leave.”

She could tell he did not like her cursing at all and wanted to say something but was smart enough to keep quiet, at least forthe time being.

“Later, Baby.”

She stared at him until he moved his foot and then closed the door. She pressed her forehead to it and took several deep breaths before she heard him drive away.

“It’s better this way,” a voice said from behind her.

She screamed and whirled around to find Fletcher’s dad sitting calmly in one of her living room chairs. “What the hell are you doing in my home?”

“Dear, don’t be vulgar.”

“Mr. Mason, I’m calling the deputies if you don’t start talking. I’m sure the Town Council will not approve of you breaking the law.”

“Sit down, dear.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll stand, thank you. Now talk.”

“I really don’t see what my son sees in you. I haven’t been able to find a way to change his mind yet, but we’ll deal with that later. I want you to stay away from the sheriff.”

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