Page 11 of Hot for the Fire Chief
“Nope. Pack up or I’m gonna haul your little ass out of here and then I’ll hurt my knee and you don’t want to do that, do you?”
Snarling under my breath, I start throwing things back in a bag and grab my computer and the case for it.
It will take less time to do that then argue with the man. His firm lips and implacable jaw tell me that I’m not gonna get anywhere with that anyway.
He grabs my things, his eyes darting left and right, always moving. He follows me out and shuts the door behind me.
“Let’s go, baby. I’m tired and I can tell you need some rest too.”
I follow along behind him, shuffling angrily. I don’t like that I’m being pushed around by this man but I can’t say that I’m not nervous. My head is pounding, my heart thumping. I doubt I get a lick of sleep tonight no matter where I sleep.
I follow along behind Lance, mildly amused by the way he’s keeping me so close and watching everyone around us carefully.
He’s acting nuts. I just wish it didn’t make my heart pound like crazy. What woman doesn’t love a crazy man trying to protect her? The story practically writes itself!
I just need to remember that this isn’t real. He’s not my man. He’s just trying to be nice.
In a grumpy, growly kind of way.
Chapter 7
Lance
Waking early, I glance over and my eyes immediately find her tiny figure curled up in my bed. I stretch slowly, quietly.
This chair is killing my back but I couldn’t leave her after she fell asleep. She tossed and turned and I heard her soft whimpers and they fucking broke me.
Rage pours through me and my hand shakes as I grab a bottled water from the mini fridge in the room.
Some stupid fucker out there thinks that he’s got access to her. Thinks that they can fuck with her and her work and I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all.
Her soft murmur from the other room has me charging stealthily into the room, sighing in relief when I see she’s still asleep and she’s fine.
Her rounded cheeks are softly flushed with sleep, her long, dark lashes fanned out over her golden skin. Her full pink lips are parted and she’s breathing so quietly that I almost want to run across and check and make sure she’s still breathing.
But I can see her chest moving under the light blanket. The mosquito netting around the bed is drawn and she looks likeSleeping Beauty lying there waiting for her prince to come and wake her with a kiss.
Although if I know this woman at all, I have a feeling she’d punch the prince and ask him how dare he touch her without her permission.
She’s fire and temper and I like it. A lot. My cock jerks in my lounge pants and I groan, shifting.
She murmurs in her sleep and her hand slips out of the covers like she’s looking for something.
Maybe me. My heart kicks in my chest and I groan softly, turning and stalking out of the room. Running my hands through my hair, I growl under my breath. I’m being haunted by a little slip of a woman with so many curves that my hands shake to trace.
She’s like a drug. A hunger that’s ripping me apart. My body is so wired that I’m about seconds from storming into that room and grabbing her, kissing her until she finally relents and gives in to me.
I want to claim her. I need her. Need to touch her, taste her, feel her under me, her body clinging to mine as I bury myself inside of her.
What the hell am I doing here?She’s going back home. I don’t even know where home is.
Granted, I could move anywhere. My career is over. I’ve got my retirement and savings and I could sell my house and move anywhere.
If I had a reason.
Could she be that reason? Would she want me? I don’t know. All I know is that I want to own her, claim her.
Hell, I want to tattoo my initials on her lush, rounded apple ass. Breed her with my babies. I’ve never wanted kids but this woman makes me crazy.
