Page 80 of Duty and Desire
Now we were in his truck, Mo driving, because I’d deviated from my one-word-a-day plan and told him I had to go to the grocery store.
Therefore, we were heading to King Soopers.
He had a badass truck. Black on black Ram that had all the bells and whistles (even illuminated door sills that said Ram).
Normally I wouldn’t hesitate to wax poetic about illuminated door sills.
I was pretty sure Mo could live without knowing I dug his sills.
Silently he drove and silently I rode.
Silently he parked and silently I sat next to him while he did.
Silently we got out and silently we walked to the store while I dug out the list from my purse.
Silently I grabbed a cart and silently he followed me as we wandered through the store.
I was silently perusing the selection of Asian noodles when I heard, “Mo?”
It was hearing a woman calling his name that caught my attention.
It was feeling the wall of…somethingcoming from Mo that made me tense.
I looked up at him to see his jaw so set, I figured if I watched long enough, a crack would form under the pressure.
I then looked to where his eyes were aimed.
A very beautiful brunette was walking our way, pushing a cart, trailed by a tall, built (but nowhere near as built as Mo), very good-looking guy.
I assessed the guy and his expensive clothes that he wore even when going to King Soopers on a Sunday.
Peacock.
Possibly small dick.
Definitely sports car.
Or at the very least a high-performance vehicle (probably BMW).
Totally up his own ass.
I then assessed the woman.
I should have done her first.
She was staring at Mo like she didn’t care sex in public was very illegal because if he gave her a nod, she’d tear her off clothes and ride him against the Asian food shelves.
My back shot straight.
Her gaze cut to me.
Her back shot straight.
Without a thought about what I was doing, I gave her my patented, He’s Mine and I’m Ready to Rumble Look.
She shot back her, We’ll See, Bitch Look.
I wasthis closeto growling when her boyfriend spoke up.
