Page 7 of Sweet Heart for the Bear

I exhale, tension easing from my shoulders.

The old guy? Harmless.

The big guy? Still touching me.

I clear my throat, stepping back—or at least attempting to, but his hands are still there.

Immovable.

He’s looking down at me with an expression that might be concern, but also might be something else.

Hard to tell. My brain is still in malfunction mode.

“Uh, thanks,” I mumble, because I’m eloquent like that.

He lets go—finally—and I resist the urge to shake out my arms as if to rid myself of the residual warmth of his touch.

Not that I even want to.

Nope.

No, sir.

Because the truth is, I’m attracted to the big guy.

My nipples are hard as rocks and I’m going to need new panties any second now.

Thank fuck I wore my black chef’s pants and not the white ones. That would’ve been bad.

“So,” I say, attempting a casual, totally normal smile. “What can I do you for—um, I mean, for you? What can I do for you?”

And just like that, the old man’s grin widens, the big guy’s eyes twinkle in a way that should be illegal, and I have the distinct feeling my day just got a whole lot more interesting.

Chapter3

Horace

Cute. Soft. Smells like sweet basil and sunshine.

When Uncle Uzzi came knocking on my door to thank me for the work I did—only moments before—I suspected he was not an ordinary man.

Witches were just as real as Shifters in my world, but I don’t have any real working knowledge of them.

He asked me to grab a slice of pizza with him, and since I was still hungry after consuming my calorie loaded protein shake, I figured, why not?

But I wasn’t ready for this.

For her.

She’s a tiny little thing. Her height, I mean. The rest of her is lush and full of curves she tries to hide behind baggy clothes, but I know they are there.

I felt them myself when she crashed into me. Now I want to get to know them on an up close and personal basis.

My inner Bear growls.

She’s caught his interest, too.

“What can I do you for—um, I mean, for you? What can I do for you?” she says, but instead of answering her, I just stand there like a moron.

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