Delilah was nothing like her mother. This was it. Right. All she’d ever wanted and all she would ever need.
And if she craved a new experience? Had a new fantasy? Asa would share it with her.
He loved her. It was going to take at least fifty or a hundred years for her to get tired of that. It might take forever.
The phone rang and she hooked her Bluetooth to her ear. “Yes, Drew?”
Her sister was mumbling.
Delilah smiled and cupped her hand over her other ear. “What? I can’t hear you, that damn engine sounds like a cat in heat.”
“Why don’t you just fix it already?” Drew asked.
“What? Tell them they just need to change the fuel injection system? That no amount of tweaking is going to fix that noise if the unit is fried? I’m just a girl, what do I know. Besides…I think Asa is starting to suspect, but he’s enjoying the argument too much to fix the problem.”
“Men and their toys. I’d rather buy shoes.”
Delilah laughed. “I don’t know. Men might be better than shoes, Drew.”
“Never.”
“Tell me about Darcy. She really bought the place? We’re going to have a nightclub?”
“We are and we have to stick our sisterly noses in. It’s not that I don’t trust her judgment or her ability to focus on something for more than five minutes but…Well, we should help. That’s all I’m saying.” Drew sounded worried.
Delilah had noticed that the men had stopped arguing. They were speaking in low voices and staring at her in a way that made her thighs tighten. “Of course we will. That sounds good, Drew. In fact I was already thinking we should put the servers in overalls. I hear they can be sexy.” She paused, licking her lips when Asa started unbuttoning his shirt. “If she thinks it’ll be too plain, we’ll just jazz them up. Your DD4 logo…some glitter. Darcy likes glitter.”
“Overalls?” Drew sounded horrified.
“We’ll think of something. Drew? Wait, I heard a beep. Damn.” She smiled at her men. “I have to take it. It’s business.”
She hung up and Asa shook his head. “Dirty Delilah, you lied to your poor sister.”
Sebastian smirked. “I think you need to do something about that, Wilder.”
“Agreed. Don’t worry, you can help. And keep a look out. We aren’t inviting anyone else to this party. Delilah honey?”
She took a shaky breath. “Yes?”
“I want you to take those sexy shorts off and bend over the Mustang. Someone deserves a spanking.”
God, she hoped it was her. “Yes, Wild Man.”
“Good girl.”
Delilah sent him a saucy wink. Life wasn’t always unfair. One time out of ten an unattainable bad boy became the man of your dreams...and made all your fantasies come true.
Excerpt: Burn With Me
Fireborne Series, Book One
RG Alexander
He inhaled deeply, his lashes concealing the golden flecks in his eyes. “We covered it but I don’t think you understand. You don’t just smell like them. That would be too easy. That’s just a small piece of it. Your scent, the part that‘s human? Just you? It’s different… And now you’re uncomfortable.”
“You can smell that?” She stepped back self-consciously. “Stop it right now. I’m not sure if you know this, but the last thing a woman wants to hear from a man she’s recently thrown herself at is that she smells. Especially when she’s slept in her clothes.”
A single long stride brought him halfway across the small room. “What if the smell is addictive? What if it smells like hunger and sex and the air after the rain? Would she want to know then?”
Yes, please.
“Maybe. But maybe before the flattery goes to her head she wants to find out why the supersniffing-police-of-all-things-magical kidnapped her in the first place. And why you’re so willing to let me go without a fight.”
He hesitated. “You’re unique and you were in my territory. I needed to know what you were. Who you were. It seemed simple enough, but I didn’t think it through. An issue that’s been occurring with more and more frequency these past few days.”
Because of you, his look implied. She distracted him. Well, in that case, they were even. She sensed it as he spoke. The now-familiar feeling that told her she was about to do something without thinking it through. About to act impulsively on the desire she’d had since she’d first laid eyes on him.
“So if I were dangerous…” she lowered her voice and moved close enough to run her cell phone teasingly over his chest, “…and you wanted to know more about me, you’d—what? Clap me in irons?”