A Little Taste of Naughty (A Shattered Lives Short) by Rissa Blakeley Page A

attention. He looked down the aisle toward the register. There were two younger women standing there, chatting. One was a sleek, black-haired woman, who Henry pegged at maybe twenty-one. The other was a ginger-haired, pale, innocent-looking woman. He figured they were approximately the same age since they seemed tight.
    The black-haired beauty was leaning over the counter, which gave him the perfect view of her profile. She had the meaty ass that Henry loved so much. He pictured himself grabbing onto it while fucking her against the wall. He shook his head. Back to work, he thought.
    Henry continued his slow progression down the aisle, pretending to look at more books, while he tuned into their conversation.
    “I left the bar because this douchebag was hitting on me. I get twenty feet away and I realized he was following me down the street!”
    “You went out alone?! Are you insane?!” The ginger-haired woman screeched.
    “Well, that wasn’t my original intention. I was supposed to meet my brother to have a couple beers and discuss my parent’s party, but you know how he is. The next notch on his bedpost called and he ditched his sweet sister.” Henry smirked, while flipping through a book. He liked her tone…sarcastic and quite funny.
    “So what happened?” The ginger sounded annoyed.
    “So, this douchebag was heavy footing it behind me. I turned around and waited until he was close enough for me to kick him in the tomatoes and knee him in the face.” He was impressed that she wasn’t the type to scream and run away. She faced shit head-on. Brilliant.
    “Holy moly! You are so lucky that you didn’t get hurt, or worse! That was beyond foolish.” The ginger crossed her arms in front of her chest.
    “When you have guns like these,” she kissed her biceps, “and when you have this kind of attitude…” She put her hands on her hips and smiled.
    “Elaina, you have got to be more careful. There are all sorts of crazy people out there! You never know who or what you will run in to!”
    Henry knew the ginger wouldn’t be right for his purposes. She was too worrisome and mother hen-like. He needed someone who was carefree and who did a little less thinking before they acted. Someone like that black-haired beauty.
    God, he wanted to take her over that counter.
    “It’s fine.” She swatted her hand toward the ginger.
    “What happens if he sees you again?” Henry had a sudden urge to filet the cock-face with his favorite long-bladed hunting knife.
    “Meh…” The ginger sighed at her reaction. “You worry far too much, Claire.” He smiled. Could she be any more perfect?
    “Anyway.” The ginger looked at her watch. “I have to pick up Marc. He needs to drop his car off at the shop for something or other.”
    “All right. Laters, hooker.”
    The ginger turned around with a quirked brow. “Anyway…” She sighed, adding a heavy eye roll. “You be careful!” The ginger pointed at the black-haired beauty in an aggressive manner.
    “Okay, Mom!” she shouted as the ginger scoffed and left the store.
    Henry put the book he had pretended to be interested in back on the shelf and started to walk closer to the register. The closer he got to her, the more he was taken by her raw beauty. He scanned the rest of her body with a few quick glances when she turned and faced the other direction. She seemed fit, and he felt an ache deep within. He wanted to touch her face and feel how soft her skin was under his icy cold hands.
    He approached the counter with caution, still scanning the store. She turned around and she took his breath away. “Jesus Christ…” he said under his breath.
    “I’m sorry?” He jumped a little when she spoke. Her voice was sexy, raw, and raspy.
    “Nothing. Sorry.” He cleared his throat and set the stack of books on the counter.
    “You ready to check out?” She gently smiled at him. Holy fuck, she had a beautiful smile. It made his heart race.
    “Uh, yeah. Please.” She grabbed