Page 6 of Grimm
“Excuse me?”
His eyes jerked to my face, and he smirked.
I took a step back, holding up my hands, bumping into the side of my car. “You aren’t touching me.”
“Then you don’t step foot inside our fucking clubhouse.” He cocked his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. He was getting a thrill from this.Bastard. “Orders of the Prez, lady. Take it or leave it.”
“Ifhewants me searched,” I put my hands on my hips and scowled at the beautiful bastard, “then he can come out here and do it his damn self.”
Of course, it was a bluff. I hoped like hell it worked. Nobody was touching me like I was a damn criminal. They were the criminals.
“You sure you want that?” the man asked, humor lacing his voice.
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not touching me.”
“Stay here,” he ordered, pointing at me. “Don’t move.”
He chuckled and walked away, shaking his head.
I propped against the hood of my car, hoping like hell Tavish MacDaniel would see me without a damn pat-down. Why in the hell would I be stupid enough to come here wired? It may have been crazy for me to come, but I wasn’t stupid enough to do something like wear a wire.
I fanned myself and pulled my hair away from my neck, the thick black strands already drenched with sweat. I’d been standing outside for less than five minutes in the relentless Nevada sun, and not only was my silk press ruined, but my beautiful white silk blouse clung to my wet skin, beads of sweat dripping between my breasts. I’d been in Las Vegas for close to fifteen years, and I still hated the weather.
The clubhouse door slammed shut, and someone cursed under their breath. My head whipped in the direction of the deep, rich voice.
“Oh shit,” I mumbled. “Here he comes.”
I don’t know what the hell I expected, maybe the other guy to tell me to fuck off, but definitely nottheTavish MacDaniel. My mouth hung open as the sexiest man I’d ever seen stalked toward me, his heavy footfalls echoing off the gravel-covered ground.
He is not happy to see me.
Smooth, sun-kissed skin stretched over his high cheekbones. Dirty blond hair gleamed in the Nevada sunlight like fields of golden wheat, the thick strands slicked back by the hand he ran through it. His white T-shirt stretched across his hard, wide chest. Bare, muscular arms rippled like ocean waters with each long stride. Dark blue jeans hugged the thick, toned muscles of his thighs. The man looked like he had been sculpted from marble.
While darkness surrounded him like the night, and his features were hardened toward me for a good reason, he was nothing less than beautiful. And it wasn’t often I called a man beautiful, but there wasn’t another word I could think of to describe him.
A beautiful, dark angel.
He stepped in front of me in all his glory. I lifted my eyes, shielding them from the sun with my hand, and gazed into stormy hazel eyes. During my prosecution of his father, I’d seen him in the courtroom and had looked at many pictures of a young Tavish MacDaniel, but none of them did him justice. His ruggedly handsome face had aged the last eleven years, but he was even more gorgeous now than he was back then.
I swallowed the lump lodged in my throat and tried to gather what little courage I could. Even though I dealt with every type of criminal because of my job, I was like a fish out of water in his presence. Going against everything I believed in, even though he was a criminal, I needed his help. I had no other choice.
I have to do this.
“Mr. MacDaniel.” I stuck out my hand. “I’m Regina Coleman.”
A muscle clenched in his jaw. He rubbed his goatee, then eyes full of malice drifted down to my hand for a moment before he returned to my face. I dropped my hand to my side.
Okay, no shaking hands.
He crossed his muscular arms over his massive chest. I marveled at the size.Damn, he’s huge.
“I know who you are,” he said in a nasty tone. “But what I don’t know is why the fuck you’re here at my clubhouse.”
Awkwardly, I cleared my throat. “Well… I—”
“Spit it the fuck out,” he growled. “I don’t have all damn day.”
Anger surged through me. If I hadn’t needed his help, I would have slapped the shit out of his handsome face.
