Page 2 of I Knead You Tonight

You know, the one that’s at approximately fifteen percent.

“Because why wouldn’t it be dead,” I mutter, shoving the car door open.

“MY DICK!”

A scream rips from my lips and I yank the door closed again, watching as a dark figure crumples to the ground right outside my car.

I jam down the lock button, the click deafening inside the vehicle. My heart hammers in my chest, my heavy breaths fogging up the chilled glass in an instant.

The stranger lies on the ground and I can barely make out the curses slipping from his lips.

“Son of a bitch.” A loud, manly groan rumbles from his curled form. “This is what I get for being a fucking gentleman? Fuck this shit. Dammit, my fucking dick is on fire.”

I stifle the giggle that’s threatening to bubble out of me, not wanting to bring attention to myself. Maybe if I feign invisibility, he’ll go away.

A weighty hand lands on the handle as the man peels himself up off the ground.

I can hear his breathing through the window.

It’s harsh. Thick.

Or is that me?

“Fucking fuck,” he curses.

A cap-covered head pops up over the edge of the car door, his head hanging there for a moment, another groan escaping his mouth before a familiar pair of bright blue eyes meets my scared, drab brown ones.

My brows pinch together, and I’m no longer trying to hold back a laugh.

No. Now I’mfurious.

I thrust the door open and my would-be attacker stumbles backward, jumping a few feet and catching himself before he goes down again.

“Hey! Watch the dick! You already nailed me once tonight.”

I climb out of my broken-down clunker and stomp toward him, shoving at his hard chest.

“Oh, you wish I’d nail you, Winston Daniels!”

My best friend’s twin brother and my mortal enemy grins at me with his signatureCome and get itsmirk.

I want to reach out and smack it off his face.

In general, I like my waitressing job at Slice. Not only is the pizzeria a tourist destination, making the tips nice, the people I work with make dealing with the general public feel like a breeze.

You know, minus Winston.

To put it simply, Winston Daniels is the most annoying man on the planet—and my ex-boyfriend left me when I was pregnant, so that’s saying something.

He’s arrogant. Lazy. Has no care in the world for anyone but himself.

And I despise him.

“Quit smiling, you ass!”

I push him again, and this time he laughs.

“Stop it!”

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