Bend To His Will(6)

Speechless, Sandy shook her head.

“You think you want me, angel. I’m bad news,” he warned. Her heart rate sped up at the challenge he set. She knew there was more to Neal than he let the world see. Was that the reason why she was so attracted to him?

“I think I could surprise you,” she whispered. “Tell me what you want.”

The grip on her hands tightened.

“Do you feel how easy I can hurt you? No one knows I’m here. I could break you.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me.”

His hold loosened. “No. That’s why I have to leave.”

As quickly as he placed her up against the wall, he was gone. Leaving her begging for more.

She watched him get inside his large truck and disappear into the night. After she closed the door, she placed a hand on her heart.

An evening spent with her fantasies, fingers and a dildo was definitely on the menu.





Chapter Three





The following week went by with barely anything crazy happening. Sandy didn’t visit the Haney ranch. She stayed in town. A quick visit to her parents made her aware of all her failings in life.

How could a woman who silently co-owned a beauty salon and paid the mortgage on her little house be considered a disappointment? So they didn’t know all of her success, but unlike her sisters who’d asked for handouts, Sandy had yet to ask them for pocket money.

She flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder. The long length had begun this annoying habit of getting in her way. Besides, how many women sat on their hair? She would get one of the hairdressers to give her a cut.

Walking down main street to the sheriff’s station, she said hello to the people she passed. Last night, she’d baked a cake with the intent of grilling the sheriff, who just happened to be the best friend of one Neal Haney.

Their small town barely had any trouble, so she’d more than likely find him at his desk. Everyone who knew the sheriff knew he couldn’t resist home-baked goods. Opening the door, she saw Marty on the front desk working the phones while filing her nails.

“Hiya, Sandy. Are you in trouble?” the older woman asked.

“Good to see you too, Marty. No. Just come to drop off a lemon sponge cake for our good old sheriff.”

“Right. Go right ahead. He’s free.”

Sandy smiled and walked past the main reception, through the office doors. The door to his office lay open. Standing at the opening, she waited for him to look up. Rory Walter, aka Sheriff Walter sat at his desk writing in a file.

“Am I interrupting anything?” she asked causing the good guy to jump.

“Bloody hell, Sandy. Wear a fucking bell next time.” He put his pen down and stared at her. “What can I do for you?”#p#分页标题#e#

“I baked this for you last night.” She placed the boxed cake on his desk.

He leaned forward and opened the lid. The scent of lemon permeated the air. Knowing his tastes, she’d spent extra time on the frosting to get it perfect. Not many people knew she baked. Even Neal didn’t know about her culinary ability.

“Why do I feel this is a bribe?”

“Because the cake looks and tastes like sin.”

“What do you want?”

Sighing, she closed the door to his office before sitting down on the chair in front of his desk. The conversation she wanted needed to be in private.

“How long have you known, Neal?” she asked.

“All my life,” he said.

Sandy noted the suspicion on his face. Rory and Neal had always been two peas in a pod. Both men had come from large families. At thirty-five years old neither were married nor settled down. Sandy had a small idea why the good sheriff hadn’t found the right lady, yet.

“Then you know things about him that no other person could know, even his brothers. Like his sexual preferences.”

“Sandy...”

“No. Don’t screw with me. For too long I’ve been sitting tight being his potential little plaything when he’s happy to put me in a corner. I want more, Rory and you’ll help.”

“Why should I?” he asked.

There was ten years between them. The same age gap between her and Neal. She closed her eyes, hating to use bribery to get what she wanted. For as long as she could remember, Neal had pushed her away. Even though he’d slept with women, an air of secrecy surrounded him.

“Because if you don’t, I’ll let Luke, Neal and all the Haney men know why the good sheriff hasn’t found a woman to settle down with. Where men have a tendency to miss certain actions, I’m not a man. I know who you want.”

Using his emotions was a low blow but desperate times called for desperate measures. She watched as he ran his fingers through his hair.