Holt turned to
look. Standing outside his car door
was a woman. And from the evil look
on her face, he could tell she was
pissed.
“You going to
sit there all day or what?” Her
voice loud enough to carry easily
into the car.
“Oh boy. You
want me to handle this one, old
buddy?” Rogue tapped him on the
shoulder. “I’m pretty good with the
ladies, you know.”
Holt didn’t
reply. He opened his door and got
out. He closed the car door behind
him and turned. Before he knew what
hit him, he was slammed back against
the car by a two-handed blow to the
chest.
“What the hell
were you trying to do, scare me to
death?” The tiny woman’s voice
echoed off the trees.
Holt pushed
himself off the car and before she
could shove him again, he snared her
wrists in his hands.
“Let go of me,
you...”
Holt said one
word. “Stop.”
The woman
became utterly still, looked up at
him, head tilted. Her eyes bright,
she studied him.
His heart
stuttered for a second when he
looked down at the most angelic face
he had ever seen. Her eyes were
intelligent, intense and the color
of warm, melted chocolate with brows
that arched daintily above them,
accenting the way they tilted up at
the corners. Her nose was small and
pert. She had a bow of a mouth that
only looked more delectable as he
watched the tiny pink tip of her
tongue peek out to wet her lips. Her
skin was smooth and most assuredly
creamy beneath a pale ivory makeup.
Holt swore he
could see the hint of freckles
sprinkled across her nose, which she
evidently was trying to hide with
the pale powder she wore. Her hair
was raven black, likely dyed, but it
set off her skin so expertly she
looked made of alabaster. The effect
of her angelic face, combined with
her fiery attitude and wild dress
only managed to make him wonder what
it would be like to be in bed with
her with that pretty little face
with its pouty mouth hovering above
him while she rode him like a wild
horse.
Her effect on
him shocked and excited him at the
same time. He had to shake it off.
He heard the electric sound of a car
window lowering.
“Need some
help there, Holt?” Colin asked from
the back seat.
The woman’s
eyes shifted to Colin. “Does he ever
need your help?”
Holt heard a
laugh issue from inside the car.
Rogue. “I don’t need anything.”
Holt released her wrists.
“O...Kay.” The
window went back up.
The
woman—really just past being a
girl—rubbed her wrists. “I see you
handle women like you do the road.”
“What’s that
supposed to mean?”
“Like you own
it.” She tucked her hands into the
back pockets of her ripped jeans.
