that'll last for this session. But you should get it repaired better afterward."
"Something is rubbing…" Ducian said, looking down and tugging his pants open farther.
"Oh, I probably left the end a bit long, let me see." Angling in, I turned my head, trying to find the problem area.
"You have some talent."
I jerked on his jeans to afford a bit more room and better light. At the same time my nose bumped his groin.
He let out a muted yelp followed immediately by a low groan.
"What's going on here?"
I twisted toward an all too familiar voice. "I was…"
Ducian shifted backward, only to stop short with my fingers trapped between the tight material and the warm skin of his groin. His gaze flicked from Meat's intense face down to me, before bouncing back again. His lips curled up at the corners.
Low rumbling came from Meat's chest and throat, a warning growl if I ever heard one.
A loud voice broke in as the MC used the microphone to announce the next dancer.
"That's my cue." Ducian grabbed my wrist, tugged it free, and then buttoned up his pants in one fluid motion.
One stride and he stood at the door to the dressing room. He paused, glanced back to me, then turned his attention to Meat. "She's good. Very good." His low sensual tone filled with sultry overtones. With a wink, he scooted out the door and disappeared before Meat could grab hold of him.
I sat back on my heels, staring up at the scowling liger.
Arms folded across his large chest as he pinned me with his eyes. To a bystander, he appeared angry. I knew better. His blue eyes sparked with mischief and a promise to yank my chain. Unfortunately, the high tides of my hormones didn't predict chain yanking as a good pastime today.
"Would you like to explain what was that was about?"
I sighed and slowly stood up. Leave it to the Neanderthal to have his mind in the gutter . Too bad I didn't feel up to bantering with the oversized lap kitty. "No."
Surprise flew across his face. Although his body didn't move an inch, I could tell he never expected such an answer. "No?"
Turning, I located my purse. "No, I don't want to explain." Opening the bag, I neatly tucked the needle and thread back into the miniature sewing kit kept for emergencies.
We stared at one another for a long moment before a tiny smile crossed his lips.
His amused expression did nothing for my sense of humor. "What's so funny?" I picked up my purse and wondered if there would be a mark left when I smacked him upside the head with it. Surely there was something hard enough in there to ring his bell. Besides, the customers were interested in his groin, not his noggin. Not to mention any purple bruise would blend in nicely with his black hair.
"You're wearing pink." He crossed his arms once more, leaned back against the door.
I looked down at my clothing, then returned his gaze. "Yeah. So?"
His smile widened, showing off straight white teeth. "And you're cranky."
Oh, he was asking for it. Men didn't accuse women of being cranky to their face. It simply wasn't done.
I hefted my purse and attempted to pull on my limited geometry knowledge and nonexistent physics to plan the perfect angle to wallop him a good one.
He grabbed my wrist before I could muster up enough strength. If that wasn't frustrating enough, his smile broadened into full fledged male amusement.
"Ducky was all out of chocolate?"
My mouth dropped open in confusion. "Huh?" My typical intellectual fall back response.
Meat bent over to whisper loudly in my ear. "Let me guess. Without chocolate syrup, Ducky tastes like chicken?"
The goon chuckled at his own joke until my heel stomped on his big toe. Heathen.
Meat continued to stare, not even flinching at my small violent outburst.
"I didn't touch Ducian's… penis. Well, I almost did, but I really didn't."
"Your face was buried in his crotch."
"I was fixing his button."
His eyebrow arched as he stared down at me.
I squirmed. "I was."
"I prefer you stay out of other men's
"Something is rubbing…" Ducian said, looking down and tugging his pants open farther.
"Oh, I probably left the end a bit long, let me see." Angling in, I turned my head, trying to find the problem area.
"You have some talent."
I jerked on his jeans to afford a bit more room and better light. At the same time my nose bumped his groin.
He let out a muted yelp followed immediately by a low groan.
"What's going on here?"
I twisted toward an all too familiar voice. "I was…"
Ducian shifted backward, only to stop short with my fingers trapped between the tight material and the warm skin of his groin. His gaze flicked from Meat's intense face down to me, before bouncing back again. His lips curled up at the corners.
Low rumbling came from Meat's chest and throat, a warning growl if I ever heard one.
A loud voice broke in as the MC used the microphone to announce the next dancer.
"That's my cue." Ducian grabbed my wrist, tugged it free, and then buttoned up his pants in one fluid motion.
One stride and he stood at the door to the dressing room. He paused, glanced back to me, then turned his attention to Meat. "She's good. Very good." His low sensual tone filled with sultry overtones. With a wink, he scooted out the door and disappeared before Meat could grab hold of him.
I sat back on my heels, staring up at the scowling liger.
Arms folded across his large chest as he pinned me with his eyes. To a bystander, he appeared angry. I knew better. His blue eyes sparked with mischief and a promise to yank my chain. Unfortunately, the high tides of my hormones didn't predict chain yanking as a good pastime today.
"Would you like to explain what was that was about?"
I sighed and slowly stood up. Leave it to the Neanderthal to have his mind in the gutter . Too bad I didn't feel up to bantering with the oversized lap kitty. "No."
Surprise flew across his face. Although his body didn't move an inch, I could tell he never expected such an answer. "No?"
Turning, I located my purse. "No, I don't want to explain." Opening the bag, I neatly tucked the needle and thread back into the miniature sewing kit kept for emergencies.
We stared at one another for a long moment before a tiny smile crossed his lips.
His amused expression did nothing for my sense of humor. "What's so funny?" I picked up my purse and wondered if there would be a mark left when I smacked him upside the head with it. Surely there was something hard enough in there to ring his bell. Besides, the customers were interested in his groin, not his noggin. Not to mention any purple bruise would blend in nicely with his black hair.
"You're wearing pink." He crossed his arms once more, leaned back against the door.
I looked down at my clothing, then returned his gaze. "Yeah. So?"
His smile widened, showing off straight white teeth. "And you're cranky."
Oh, he was asking for it. Men didn't accuse women of being cranky to their face. It simply wasn't done.
I hefted my purse and attempted to pull on my limited geometry knowledge and nonexistent physics to plan the perfect angle to wallop him a good one.
He grabbed my wrist before I could muster up enough strength. If that wasn't frustrating enough, his smile broadened into full fledged male amusement.
"Ducky was all out of chocolate?"
My mouth dropped open in confusion. "Huh?" My typical intellectual fall back response.
Meat bent over to whisper loudly in my ear. "Let me guess. Without chocolate syrup, Ducky tastes like chicken?"
The goon chuckled at his own joke until my heel stomped on his big toe. Heathen.
Meat continued to stare, not even flinching at my small violent outburst.
"I didn't touch Ducian's… penis. Well, I almost did, but I really didn't."
"Your face was buried in his crotch."
"I was fixing his button."
His eyebrow arched as he stared down at me.
I squirmed. "I was."
"I prefer you stay out of other men's
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