Page 6 of Sack

He made his way across the room, his anger growing with every step. God only knew what the morning’s headline would read if he didn’t put a stop to it.

“What the kriff?”

Colt examined the camera he’d taken from the woman, barely paying attention to her or what she was saying.

“Give that back!”

A hand entered his field of vision, and he turned his body, blocking it.

“I said, give it back.”

The woman tugged on his forearm, but he paid it no heed, finding the button to pull up the photos already taken so he could delete them.

“I said…”

Two hands wrapped around the camera, giving it a yank.

“Give it back!”

Colt finally looked up, and his body froze, the camera slipping, unnoticed, through his fingers.

The woman bowed her head, inspecting the camera, and now all he saw was a mop of pink hair piled into a knot at the top of her head. But he didn’t need to see her face to remember the most beautiful gray eyes he’d ever seen.

“Are you some kind of lunatic? Camera thief? Vampire who doesn’t like their picture taken?” Her head was still bowed, and as she talked, the knot of pink bobbed.

He was fascinated by it.

Her head lifted, and she speared him with her beautiful grays. “Well?”

He blinked.

Both her eyebrows raised, and he recovered himself enough to ask, “Well, what?”

She huffed, and even on threat of death, he couldn’t stop his gaze from dropping to her chest. A chest, he noted, that filled out her t-shirt very nicely, with the v-neck dipping low and exposing a bit of cleavage.

“Well, which is it?”

The fog of his initial reaction to her started to clear and the frustration that still simmered beneath the surface reared its head. His jaw locked, and he gritted, “Which is what?”

She stared at him, her eyes calculating. “Never mind. I think I’ve got you figured out.”

Colt snorted. No doubt she did. “Listen. Just delete the pictures you took of me and my friends, don’t take any more, and I won’t press charges.”

Her mouth opened then closed, her nostrils flaring. Camera forgotten, it dangled from one hand as her other landed on a cocked hip. “What is your problem?”

“My problem is people like you exploiting people like me just to make a few bucks.”

“People like you? Listen, buddy, I don’t know who the kriff you think you are, but I’m not exploiting anyone. You don’t want your picture taken? Fine. All you had to do was ask and I would’ve deleted it.Notact like an idjit, grabbing things that don’t belong to you.”

Sarcasm dripped from his words and he raised a brow. “All I had to do was ask, and you would’ve deleted it?”

She crossed her arms, pushing her tits up which enhanced the view of cleavage, distracting him.

“Yes.” She tapped a sneakered toe.

Pulling his eyes from her chest, he smirked. “Somehow I hardly doubt that.”

“Honestly, buddy, at this point, I don’t care if you believe me or not. But to untwist your tighty-whities…” She fiddled with the camera then shoved the viewer in his face. “There. All gone. Happy?”

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