Page 22 of Unwrapped

“No shit,” I mutter, eyeing her car with the blinking hazard’s. The entire hood is buried in a snowbank. I raise my brow noticing the back door hanging open. “How did you do that?” The escalade is one of the heaviest SUV’s on the road. That vehicle doesn’t end up in a snowbank unless you’re a damn idiot. But I keep that thought to myself.

“I had to crawl into the back seat to get out. I don’t understand. I put the car in reverse and a low gear then hit the gas, but it only burrowed forward more.”

“No, shit, sweetheart. There’s no traction. The snow sucked it under.” I put the truck in park and climb out. She smells expensive. Looks like a lost snow bunny looking for her next kill. And I’m not it.

“What are you doing alone out here anyway? Hunting?”

“Hunting?”

“Yeah,” I smirk. “In that get-up…the closest ski resort is an hour south. But I should warn you—you won’t find anyone there that’ll be able to bank roll what you’re looking for.”

“Excuse me?” Her face is red and I know it isn’t from frostbite or windburn.

Ignoring the fury rolling off this little lost bunny, I open the trunk and take out the heavy chains.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” she hisses, as I bend down and secure the chains under the car.

I smirk.

She flips me the bird.

Damn, it’s cold as the arctic during the ice age but damn if my cock doesn’t stir just a tiny bit.

My lips twitch, “Did you kill a leopard?” My eyes run over her coat and stop on her ridiculous boots.

“These,” she lifts a foot, kicking some powdery snow in my face, “ARE UGGS! They’re very warm while also providing excellent grip.”

“Is that so?” I sneer, wiping the snow from my face. “Grip is only fifty percent.”

Smoke comes from her ears.

“Killing animals for fashion is a crime.”

“It’s the best faux-fur money can buy.” Her gloved hands smooth down over the “fur.”

“Oh yeah? Was it a parting gift from you sugar daddy? Because he has shit taste. You look hideous…fur ball.”

Her gloved hands ball into fists. Smirking, I turn my back and uncurl the long tow chain. I can’t stand women like her. And I disgust myself that I used to spend so much time bedding women exactly like her. It’s all I did when I first landed in Chicago. Me; the unwanted street rat with grease under my nails and the only ink that told my story was the ink on my back. All I wanted was a fine piece of tail. That smelled expensive, felt soft and helped me believe I was worthy of fucking them. But now I realize they weren’t worthy of me. None of them were. I was slumming it with socialite after socialite. Their fake-ass world was all smoke and mirrors and I was trying to get lost in it. I shake the snow from my hair and get to work.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing? I’d call a tow if my cell had any reception. She peers at my long pea coat and Burberry scarf that was a Christmas present from Claudia. “You’re dressed too expensive for a man who’s about to get dirty.”

“Oh, I can get dirty,fur baby.Real dirty.” I crook a finger at her, “Wanna find out?”

She flicks her long, hair over her shoulder. Now she’s smirking, “You couldn’t handle me.”

“As if I would want to. Newsflash. Overdressed. Overpriced females husband-hunting are a buzz kill. Especially ones who are line jumpers. Line jumpers are number one on my pet peeve list.”

“Good,” she snorts. “Because let me just put this out there—arrogant, selfish assholes wearing thousand-dollar suits with hands so clean they must get regular mani’s…are at the top of my pet peeve list. I wasn’t going to wait in line behind you while you ignored the poor clerk while you rudely took a call.”

“Good,” I snap back.

“Just get my car out and we’ll be done here.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I smile sweetly causing her to blink in confusion as I get back in my truck, put it in reverse and let my right foot fall on the gas.

The oversized snow tires churn. Icy pellets of slush spray all over her. “Shut your gaping mouth before you swallow. Women like you rarely do.” chuckle as her car protests but pulls free.

“You. You—,” she sputters as she wipes the slush from her face. Her coat is soaked.

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