Thresh: Alpha One Security: Book 2
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“What was the first?”
“Not killing me outright,” I said. “’Cause now I’m inconvenienced. I’ve got a headache, and that makes me cranky. I’m hungry, which makes me hangry, and when I get hangry, I tend to lose a bit of rationality and self-restraint. Three little guys? They’re going to wish they had a whole lot more.”
She stared up at me, and her gaze reflected equal parts attraction, fascination, and revulsion.
I heard the screen door squeal, then footsteps on the floor above us, and then on the stairs.
I winked at Temple. “Fun’s about to start, honey-buns. You just sit there and be your pretty, innocent little self. Let them come in, and do not look at me. Then, when I give you the signal, you get your sexy ass out of the way.”
She looked panicked. “Wh—what’s the signal?”
“When I start hitting people, obviously.”
I started to turn away.
“Wait!” she called out.
I turned back, quirked an eyebrow. “What’s up?”
“What’s your name?”
I gave her my signature panty-melter grin. “Name’s Duke Silver.”
Snagging the barbell from the rack, I hefted it, swung it around a few times, and then positioned myself near the door as the footsteps clomped down the stairs.
The lock clicked, the doorknob twisted.
Temple sat frozen on the floor, like a deer caught in headlights and then, in the seconds before the door swung open, she shook her hair out, fluffed it, and unbuttoned her blouse to show a cock-hardening amount of plump ivory cleavage.
A little too effective, since it cost me several seconds delay—I was staring too, right when the three cocksuckers ambled through the door.
And now I had to fight with a semi.
Great.