Page 36 of Rugger: The Huntress

Have to be quicker, I thought, snatching it up.

“Don’t insult me Miss–” I paused, looking up from the receipt.

I was waiting for her to respond with a name. An alias. Something. Anything to remember her by. She remained silent.

Cold-fucking blooded. I found her silence amusing and arousing at once.

She wrapped her hand around the neck of the glass, placed it at her lips and didn’t pull it away until the contents of it were emptied. The lone olive, she popped into her mouth and began chewing.

I passed the untraceable card to the bartender, still stalking my prey.

“Do you speak?”

She had something on her mind. I could see it in those eyes of hers. She was hesitant to speak, but there were words that needed to be spoken, nonetheless.

In all my years, I’d never surrendered to a challenge. In fact, I found them quite stimulating.

“A challenge. Noted.”

I picked up the pen to sign the name my parents had given me.

You’re slipping.

I quickly noticed the error and made a mental note of correction before the night ended. For now, I had a more urgent concern.

She lifted the glass of her second drink. I could feel her eyes on me, observing every move I made. Curiosity wouldn’t allow her to stray.

Gratitude chilled my spine. When I turned back around, she was closer. Her eyelids were heavier. And her breasts were rounder.

“I’m a woman who knows herself. Should I begin to entertain you, there won’t be enough time left in my day to see to prior obligations.”

She speaks. My adrenaline heightened instantly, but still my features were unchanging. The hair on the nape of my neck, however, was standing at attention.

“Is that right?” I chuckled, interested in exactly what and who she was referring to.

Name please.

“It is. If the bulge in his pants wasn’t so convincing, I’d sip a little slower and talk a little longer, but my chariot awaits.”

Brain matter.

Exposed intestines.

Freshly penetrated soil.

Pallbearers in unison.

The mournful tears of a mother.

One after the other, they dashed through my thoughts.

Any man that touches you from this day forward is a dead man, my love.

Chuckling quickly turned into a menacing, penetrating glare. She matched my intensity.

She’s no easy task. I figured, honored to take her on regardless.

And, she doesn’t scare easily.

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