Page 18 of The Proposal Pact
“Now about that talk we were going to have. So…your name is?”
“Plug that cord back in right this second!” I fly off the couch, trying to get to it myself but Sheriff Hot Asshole snatches it before me and dangles it out of my reach.
How did I not notice he was a giant? I am tiny compared to him.
“Is that your first and last name?”
“Mm-hmm.” My voice sounds strained as I try to jump up and grab the cord out of his meaty hand. “With a glowing ‘go to hell’ for the middle one.”
I swear I see a tiny, well-hidden smirk on that handsome face as I go for the cord again and he simply puts it in his other hand.
“Give that back! Do you have any idea how important this is?”
“Not more than getting arrested by police.”
“Psh, been there, done that.” I wipe the sweat beading at my forehead.
“You what?” he asks but at this point I’m tired of jumping around like a circus monkey and really needing a win for once in my life. So, I take a few steps back, cracking my neck as I shake out my limbs. “What are you—” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as I leap, climbing him like a tree.
My legs wrapping around his slim but hard waist in a death grip. One hand going around his thick with muscle neck as the other reaches for the cord.
For a second, I catch him off-guard and manage to wrap my fingers around it, but the next, he tries to wrench it away from me but I’m not going down without a fight.
“It’s my cord!” I grit out.
“Let go of it! I’ll give it to you when you deserve it.”
“When I deserve it? Who are you? Mydaddy?” I have no idea who reacts to my question first, but the next thing I know we are falling to the ground as he loses the footing from underneath him. “Argh.” I let out a small shriek before he drops to the ground, taking me with him.
“Fuck,” I hear him hiss.
“Ow, ow, you’re squishing my legs.” I wince, trying to wiggle my limbs from underneath this two-hundred pounds of pure muscle and another fifty of stubbornness. I keep wiggling around, trying to dislodge myself from him but fail miserably.
“Stay still,” he says gruffly, and I’m about to make another retort when I feel his arm slide over the small of my back. He presses me into his hard, warm body as he lifts us up into a seating position, my legs unwinding from behind him. Only now…
My breath hitches.
My face is right up against his. Our noses shy of touching but close enough that I can see his eyes…there are speckles of azure in the midst of forest green. And they are deep and vast and harbor untold stories. And those eyes are staring intently into mine. The cool color almost burning me on the spot and involuntarily, I shift. In his lap.
And my breath hitches. Again.
I am in Sheriff Hot Asshole’s lap who happens to be supremely hot and…a complete freaking stranger!
Theè mouonly his jeans and my flimsy pair of neon pink lace panties separating my pussy from the bulge I feel pressed against me.
Oh, Jesus-Lord-Christ-Almighty. I jump out of his lap, nearly tripping over my own two feet once again.
“This is not how I saw my new life going,” I murmur, trying to squish the tingling feeling in between my legs as he slowly gets up from the floor. My eyes track the move briefly and totally—totally—unintentionally, flash over his groin but that’s not what has me gasping.
“Wh-what is that?” I ask with a shaky voice, pointing to his hand. The one holding a long, black cord.
A cord that was once attached to my TV but is now ripped raw from the socket. The socket included!
He lifts the cord up and winces. “Fuck.” He sighs. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“You think? How am I supposed to watch my hockey now?” I don’t even know if Yanis put that puck in the net. I have all the confidence in the world that our goalie, Severin Mineav, made a save, but even I can’t deny how good of a player Yanis is. He totally could have scored.
The asshole has the audacity to roll his eyes at me. “You’ll survive one evening. I’ll get this fixed tomorrow.”
