Page 3 of Her Beastly Biker
Who does this guy think he is? I mean, calling me a pampered princess. I could be an experienced hiker for all he knows.
I glance down at my hiking boots. My feet hurt like a son of a bitch. I know I’ve got blisters on time of blisters.Would an experienced hiker wear brand new shoes without breaking them in first?Probably not.
I cross my arms and feel tears gather behind my eyes. This is what my father and mother were talking about. I never think before I act. I always jump first and think later.Maybe I am an idiot that needs a husband like they say. Maybe I can’t take care of myself. Maybe I…
Nope, we’re not doing this Maggie.I square my shoulders and try to fill myself with the righteous indignation that I felt just a moment earlier.I am capable. I am an independent woman. I don’t need anyone.
By the time hottie Mchottie has his clothes on and stands before me again, I’m back to my usual spunky self, or at least the feisty person I would like to become.
I raise an eyebrow. “Nice to see you own clothes. I should really be heading back now. See ya later.”
I turn around and give him a little wave.
Immediately, his hand touches my shoulder. “Oh no you don’t, princess. You’ll tell me what you’re doing in my town, and you’ll tell me now.”
I turn slowly, fisting my hands by my side. “Or what? Why do you care? And your town?” I scoff. “I’m sure the two thousand or so citizens would beg to differ. I don’t think you own it.”
He folds his arms and scowls. “You’re avoiding the question. What the hell are you doing up here?” He looks me over again. “You obviously don’t belong here.”
Sadness descends upon me.I don’t really belong anywhere.
I huff. “If you must know, I’m a writer. I’m doing a signing for the bookstore actually. I heard about the trails and decided to come up here. Does all that meet with your approval, Mr. Nosy?”
He eyes me warily. “You’re an author? What kind of books?”
I feel my cheeks heat before I say a word. I know what some people think of romance books. I know some people think they’re just word porn. It’s an opinion that my family openly shares. It’s the reason I have a pen name they know nothing about.
“I write romance, if you must know.”
There goes that dark eyebrow again, lifting in response. His lips also curve up into a grin. “You mean like “his big cock hammered into my love box” kind of stuff?” He winks. “I never would have thought you had it in you, princess.”
I roll my eyes. “You’ve obviously just read bad romance. I don’t call anything a…a love box,” I sputter. “That’s ridiculous!”
His grin broadens. “But you do refer to the size of the man’s cock, right?”
My blush deepens.Yep, I absolutely do.
“None of your business. Read one of my books if you want to know.”
“I will if you’ll give me your name, princess. I would love to know how you describe your love box.” His teasing tone gets my hackles up even more.
Sometimes, I take teasing about my chosen profession from others in stride. Sometimes, I even take part. Not today.
I find myself stomping my feet and balling my fists up again. “You…you beast!”
The man throws his head back and laughs. His husky laugh makes me feel ridiculous. I seriously couldn’t come up with a more insulting word than beast?Shit, you’re a writer, Maggie.
“If I’m the beast, that makes you Beauty, right?” His voice is gravelly and deep. The heat that flares in his eyes makes me squirm. “I could see that.”
“Aargh!” I yell and turn my back on the sexy stranger. “I refuse to engage in conversation with you anymore!”Nice comeback, Maggie.
I stalk angrily away from the waterfall, looking over my shoulder once. The man is still watching me with a wide grin. He winks at me again. “You never told me your name!” he shouts.
“And I never will,” I grumble as I march away.
Chapter Four
Hawk
