Page 30 of Honey Trapped

“Meet Hammie.” I walk over to this cage and open the door. He squeals loud when I grab him. “See he’s cute and cuddly.” I snuggle the black and white fur ball to my neck. “Open the fridge and grab a carrot stick. He loves them.”

He rigidly does as I ask. “Here.” He dangles it in front of me.

“You can hold him.”

“I’m good.”

“Are you...are you afraid of my guinea pig?”

“No.”

I hold Hammie out and he takes a step back.

I giggle. “You are.”

“I just don't like tiny critters.”

“He won't bite you. Well not hard anyways.”

“Just put him back in his cage.”

“Fine. We’ll take that.” I snatch the carrot and give it to Hammie once I've gotten him secure in his cage. He starts munching not paying a bit of attention to grumpy Ace.

“I can’t believe you’re scared of innocent little Hammie.” I try not to laugh again but fail miserably. Ace is all tough and mean. A bad ass biker. Its comical.

“You want the job or not?”

“You’re such a grouch, but yeah of course.” I grab my purse and slip my leopard print flats on.

“I’m not a grouch.”

“Yes, you are. Does it hurt?”

“What?”

“To smile?” I tease and bop him on the nose with the tip of my finger.

“Pain in my ass.”

I follow him outside and lock my door. “Shit I forgot to check my mail. Just a second.”

I grab the sales papers and a note slips out. Ace bends to pick it up. He glances at the note and wads it up.

“Hey what was that?”

“Nothing. Junk.”

“Well let me see.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no? Its mine. It was in my box. Give it to me.” I reach for his hand, and he wraps his arms around me.

“Quit. It’s nothing.” He pins me against my door.

“If it’s nothing then show me.”

“Babe.” His breath fans over my lips. Our gazes meet and he kisses me breathless.

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