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An Excerpt From: MAD ABOUT MIRABELLE
Copyright © AMARINDA JONES, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
“Get out!” Mirabelle pointed to the door.
“Oh you’re not getting off that easily. You’re going to be
really sorry you hit me, bitch. I’m going to fuck you so hard you will feel
like you are being split in two.” The man advanced menacingly toward her.
Oh shit!
Mirabelle pushed back into the leather upholstery,
grateful that she still had on her ridiculously expensive spiked heels. She
had originally blanched at the price of the come fuck me shoes when
she had first fallen in love with them in the shoe store window. However
now she could see these expensive lethal weapons strapped to her ankles may
just save her life.
The door to the limo flung open.
Please let it be Batman coming to save my ass.
“You heard the lady—get out!” Flynn locked eyes with the
man, letting him know in no uncertain terms that he could easily beat the
crap out of his yuppified metrosexual
hide.
Mirabelle looked at her uniformed savior in surprise.
Was this the limo driver? Two thoughts crossed her mind. Thank God he had
come to her rescue and why had she not noticed this slab of beefcake
before? Tall, dark and damn sexy what with that crooked scar above his left
eyebrow.
“This bitch led me on,” the man whined.
“Regardless, when a lady says no she means it,” Flynn
told the man. “Have you not gotten that into your skull yet?”
“Cock teaser!” the man yelled at Mirabelle as he started
to get out of the car.
“Small-balled prick!” Mirabelle yelled back. She turned
to look at the limo driver who was looking at her with interest. “With men
like that you just naturally assume they are somewhat challenged in the
penile department.” Though Mirabelle doubted very much that this limo man
was. Broad-shouldered, lean-hipped with a mouth that was so delicious
looking it was bound to be high calorie but definitely worth the tasting.
“And what should I assume about you?” Flynn asked as he
shut the door and sat down on the seat and looked at her lazily.
“What?” And what the hell was he doing in the backseat
with her when the steering wheel was in the front?
“Don’t you know it’s not nice to get a man all hot and
bothered and push him away? Men hate women like that. Those sorts of women
need to be taught a lesson about getting all hot and bothered with no place
to go.” He slid over closer to the woman in red.
Hot and bothered sounded pretty good coming from limo
man.
“Do you have a problem?” She swallowed hard as she
looked at the man. If she had to sum him up in a couple of words she could
have said raw and sensual from the jagged scar over his left eyebrow to the
full lower lip of his mouth. Just the way I like them.
“I have no problem. But you do.” Flynn looked down at
her bare breasts and licked his lower lip.
Mirabelle’s eyes followed the path of his tongue. Some
men were just watchable. This guy with the wavy dark hair was one of them.
The smile he gave her was all hot wicked promise.
“Look, I appreciate you getting rid of that creep but
why are you in the backseat? Isn’t the whole idea of being a chauffeur to
sit in the front seat and actually drive?” It was only then that it
occurred to her that as he slid closer in beside her his eyes were riveted
on her bare breasts. “Frigging hell!” Mirabelle grabbed the straps of her
halter top and tried to fasten it behind her neck. Could this evening
get more embarrassing?
Flynn draped one long arm over the backseat headrest,
his fingers within touching distance of the woman struggling to cover her
breasts.
“What I don’t get is why a woman as sexy as you are
would be putting out for a wimp of a pretty boy like that or aren’t you all
that particular when it comes to men?”
“I was not putting out! And I am excessively particular
when it comes to men,” Mirabelle snapped angrily as she struggled with her
top. She was even angrier when she realized that limo man was right. She
hadn’t been at all particular when the man had her breast in his mouth.
Mirabelle hated it when people used her own weaknesses against her.
“He wasn’t even a real man. A real man never forces a
woman to have sex.”
“And I suppose you are a ‘real man’?” Even as Mirabelle
said it she realized she was probably sitting beside one of the most real
men she had ever come across. It was just the spicy smell of him, the warm
strength radiating from his body and the knowingly sexy look in his eyes
that told her that. He would never have to force a woman. A woman would fall
at his feet and beg for him to take her. Mirabelle didn’t beg. Not even for
a man as hot as limo man…well…maybe… No, she definitely wouldn’t. Why
won’t the clasp on this damn halter top clasp? It snapped shut under
her panicked fingers.
“I’m very real.” Flynn watched her attempts and smiled.
“I wouldn’t bother. I’ll be stripping that dress off you very soon.” Flynn
loosened his tie and pulled it off over his head. He was ready for a little
fun.
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