Page 7 of Ronen
“You know it’s super-hot when you either sound British or like a prim Southern lady, don’t you?”
“I’m sure I’ve no idea what you are on about. And my papa is British, so sometimes it just happens.”
Like when I had just said ‘on about’. Of course, he probably already knew my papa was British, so he was likely just trying to annoy me.
He thinks we're hot, my badger whispered,say something else super British. Don’t call him a wanker!
How did you know that was on the tip of my tongue?
“Oh, I’m aware,” Mason nodded, that infuriating grin of his lighting up his face. His amber eyes were nearly dancing with his merriment. “Sometimes I can even hear the slightest touch of an accent. Super sexy.”
“Please don’t sexually harass me in my workplace.” He slid the new books he wanted to check out across to me. “There are laws against that, as you should know. You have an overdue book.” I informed him, because of course he did.
Giving me a bland look, he tilted his head slightly, scraping his straight, white teeth over his plump bottom lip. “Do I? Huh? I could have sworn I turned them all in.”
“You didn’t.”
“Are you sure? Maybe check again.”
“I’m quite sure.”
“Which one is it?”
Consulting the computer again, without any emotion on my face, I informed him, “The Cowboy’s Wild Omega.”
Ohhh, he likes cowboys too, my badger crowed gleefully.
Rubbing a hand over the nape of his neck, he looked sideways, then up at the ceiling, then back to me. “Uh, yeah…so…that one…”
Turning a stern eye on him, I raised my own dark brow, waiting for whatever story he had conjured up this morning.
“You’ve lost it, haven’t you?”
“Not exactly.”
Was that a blush pinking his high cheekbones? Honestly, no one should have cheekbones that high. It should be illegal. You could practically cut glass with those things.
“So, it’s at home?” I inquired.
“Ummm…yes?”
“Oh boy,”Emily muttered behind me, but I refused to even acknowledge I had heard her.“He made that a question, and that is never good.”
“This will be good,”Gigi whispered.“I wonder if we should conjure some popcorn.”
“Is the steam coming from Ro’s ears yet?”Miss Rose clacked away with her needles.“I only conjure popcorn when he’s super steamed. Not worth the energy it takes otherwise. You know that boy has the quickest fuse but it burns out fast.”
“Until it doesn’t,”Gigi added.
“Then just get out of the way, duck and run,”Emily chimed in, while I did my best to ignore all of them, and not let my annoyance at any of them–Mason included–show on my face.
“Why did that sound like a question?” I demanded, hands gripping the edge of the counter tightly and digging into the solid wood.
So much for keeping my annoyance under control.
“Either it’s at home and you can bring it later and pay the fines, or you’ve lost it. As you seem to do at a truly astonishing rate. Honestly, I should start adding the time I spend to process and order replacement books from you to your account. It’s confounding.”
“I love when Ro gets all pissy!”Gigi crowed, her bracelets jangling.“Reminds me of Bash. No one did pissy as well as Bash, but Ro comes close.”
