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Tuesday Teaser 9/10/13: Wolf’s Princess

One more snip from Sky and Rose’s story. I have to get started on Wolf’s Vengeance, so this may be the last Wolf’s Princess snip for a while. Rose and Sky are standing in a corner of the whorehouse’s parlor with several women gathered by the fireplace ten yards away. Enjoy!

 

Rose watched Sky’s perfectly manicured hands curl into fists at his sides, noting the angry red scratch that cut over the back of one with a tiny prick of guilt. A low growling sound raised her fascinated gaze to the muscle bunching along his jaw as he clenched it.  He certainly was handsome when he was enraged.

Probably because they had an audience only a few yards away, his voice was soft. “What kind of idiot do you think I am?”

She shouldn’t say it. Really, she shouldn’t say it. “Is that a rhetorical question?” she asked in her sweetest tone. “Because I’d be happy to tell you.”

She shouldn’t have said it, but honestly, it was too good an opportunity to miss. She watched outrage grow on his face and hurried to apologize. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said that. Really. Um, what’s wrong? I mean, why are you upset?”

For a moment she thought he wouldn’t answer. “That damn cat of yours. He sheds on my desk chair. You put him on there on purpose.”

“No, I don’t. He just likes your office. It’s sunny and warm.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

Amusement swirled into protective fury. “You lay one finger on Ming and I’ll neuter you. What has he ever done to you?”

“Besides shred my hands, pee on my rug and yowl all night long? This!”

He turned and flipped the hem of his suit coat up to show her his rear end. It was a fine rear end, and Rose admired the way the tropical weight navy blue wool trousers fit until she noticed that the wool was liberally festooned with cream and grey cat hair. The little needle of guilt turned into a dagger, but she wouldn’t show it.

“You have a very nice ass,” she told him, “but do you need to show it off like that?”

He whirled back, eyes dark with fury. His hand clenched on her wrist with enough force to be almost painful. She glared pointedly at her wrist. He released her at once. Mollified, she said, “I really am sorry. He’s shedding a lot right now.”

“Keep him off my chair!”

“I said I was sorry. What do you want from me?”

Sky stepped so close she could feel his breath on her face. His scent flooded her nostrils in a knee-melting rush. “What do I want from you? Many things, most of which would make blush for a week, mate.”

 

 

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