Page 13 of Rhett
When we reached an office, he motioned for me to go inside. Plopping down onto the chair in front of the massive desk, I gave him the death stare.
Unfazed, he slid the box of donuts in front of me. “Help yourself,” he ordered, standing over me like a jailer.
My stomach growled again. I was hungry, and donuts were my kryptonite. But I wasn’t going to eat the offered sugary goodness, just to show Sheriff Cowboy that I couldn’t be bribed with donuts.
“I’m not hun—”
“Do you really want to finish that statement?” He held up three fingers. “Because three strikes and you’re out, Ms. Nova.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, digging into the box, snatching a huge donut covered with white glaze. I almost danced with joy when I bit into the pillowy goodness. The harmony of flour, sugar, plus the filling of guava and cream cheese gave me a foodgasm.
“Yummy,” I groaned.
“You enjoying yourself?”
“Immensely,” I answered.
“I see.” He stared down at me. “You have something on your face.”
“Where?” I mumbled around a mouthful of donut.
“There.” He pointed to my face.
I brushed my lips. “Is it gone?”
“No.” He paused. “Do you mind?”
“Mind what?”
“Me touching you.”
“Sure, you can touch me.” I grinned. “Just do it nice and slow, Sheriff Stick-Up-Your-Ass.”
“You really have to stop calling me that,” he complained.
“Why? It fits.”
He sighed heavily before leaning down, wiping a callused thumb across my chin.
“Slower,” I demanded huskily.
His thumb traced across my lips. “Is that slow enough?”
“Uh-huh.”
With eyes locked on mine, he brought his thumb to his lips, and his tongue flicked across the pad.
Jesus. Sheriff Stick-Up-His-Assis hot with a side of dirty sex.
I bit my bottom lip, watching him swirl his tongue against his finger and imagining all the hot, filthy things his tongue could do to my body.
“Donut filling,” he declared before clearing his throat and striding over to his chair to sit down.
An awkward silence fell over us as he leaned back into his chair and scrutinized me.
“It’s not polite to stare,” I told him while taking another bite of donut.
Ignoring my comment, he said, “Henry decided not to press charges against you.”
