When An Alpha Purrs(3)

It's his own fault. Off balance since she'd met him, she blamed her  raging hormones-which hadn't stopped turning giddy somersaults in her  lower belly since she'd met him.

He'd walked in, and she'd gotten slammed with awareness. He spoke, and all her nerve endings tingled.

He also riled her like no man. She should hate him. Yet, instead, she  wet her panties as she could so easily picture what he said.

Clawing, sweaty, hot sex.

With a guy who annoyed her and kept needling her until she snapped-and retaliated.

Treat me like a sex object indeed.

Later, she'd blame her hands for momentarily taking on a mind of their own and snipping.

At least for once, it wasn't her mouth getting her into trouble.  However, instigating it didn't mean she'd stay to face the consequences.  Not when the big guy looked fit to kill.

Listening to her sense of preservation, which screamed, "Run, you idiot!", Kira dropped her scissors and bolted.                       
       
           



       

Out the front door of the barbershop she streaked, barely noting the  gaped mouths of the other patrons, as well as those of her uncle and  cousin who also worked there.

The street noise proved varied and chaotic-engines humming, brakes  screeching, voices chattering, the city teeming with life-but in spite  of all this, she still heard the slam of a door hitting a wall, the  chime of the bells strung on it, ringing in warning.

Even more worrisome was a bellowed, "Get your ass back here, woman!"

The imp in her, which apparently harbored a death wish, flashed him a finger.

Was that a roar? People around her didn't stumble or react, and yet she  could have sworn she heard the echo of a lion in the phantom sound.

It only spurred her to run and dodge faster. By only the narrowest of  margins did she manage to dart across the road just before a sluggish  bus, with a stream of cars behind it, passed.

She used its bulky girth to cover her dash into the alley. Straight  down, then through an open door, into a kitchen she knew well. Aunt  Theona's pizza parlor.

It smelled so damned good. The yeast of freshly made dough, mixed with  the tantalizing aroma of breadsticks cooking. If she wasn't in such a  hurry, she would have stopped for a bite.

However, self-preservation kept her moving, leaping over the bucket on  wheels full of sudsy water. She spun around the edge of the stainless  steel counter and streaked past the hot ovens.

"Kira! What are you doing?" bellowed her aunt, elbow deep in dough.

"Can't stop to talk. Running from an angry client," she shouted as she  skipped through the swinging kitchen doors, weaved through the white  Formica tables, and popped out onto another street, the market one. The  throng of milling shoppers served as not only an effective ‘Where's  Kira?' camouflage, but meant too many witnesses for Mr. Big Shot to kill  her.

Skipping through the people, Kira kept to the busiest spots until she  hit the fish mart, owned by her uncle, Vince. In she popped, waving hi  to him where he stood behind the counter. She headed straight to the  storage room at the back. Inside the room, she took the stairs that led  to the second floor and the apartment Uncle Vince had rented her when  she moved out here a few weeks ago.

The perfect hideout.

A part of her couldn't help but mock her own cowardice in fleeing the  irate businessman. However, she feared more by remaining and …  what?  Having him put her over his knee for a spanking?

Hmm. That might have been fun, especially if a kinky paddling led to something else.

Wrong.

So wrong.

How could she even be thinking such erotic things about the most arrogant jerk she'd ever had the misfortune to meet?

Probably because he was stupidly handsome.

Despite the fact his personality left a lot to be desired, she couldn't  seem to stop an attraction to him. The asshole syndrome at work.

What was it about her that couldn't help craving the wrong guy?

Wasn't her last boyfriend lesson enough? He was, after all, the reason she'd come out here. To escape.

When will I ever learn?

With a sigh, she flopped onto her borrowed couch, the mismatched cushions a reminder of her messed-up life. The phone rang.

One glance at the call display and she grimaced. The hair shop. Probably  her uncle calling to ask what the hell was going on. Kira didn't know  what to tell him, so she didn't answer.

She knew her uncle wouldn't fire her, especially not once she told them  what the big guy-Arik, a name fit for a Viking in a romance novel-had  said to her. Heck, her cousins would probably form a lynch mob to  confront him. Her family had an abundance of boys, and they tended to  get rather protective of their sparse female cousins. A pity none of  them lived in the Midwest close to her old home. She could have used  them when she was having her problem.

But Arik hadn't yet done anything that merited their attention, and Kira  had already handled the pompous businessman. No, she couldn't tell them  what had happened, but she needed to talk to someone to cool her riled  emotions, and she knew just who to call.

Number one on her speed dial. As the phone rang, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger.

"Kira, baby, what are you doing calling at this time? Shouldn't you be  working?" Her mother answered, her voice immediately concerned. Who  could blame her, given the events of the past few weeks?

"I was. But something happened." As she relayed to her mother the  events, a gush of words that ended with, "the nerve of that man," she  expected commiseration.

Instead she got … laughter? "Oh my, but he sounds fascinating."

"Fascinating? You did hear the part where he sexually harassed me,  right? Or what about the fact he's got caveman ideas? I mean come on,  Mom. He claimed I wasn't good enough to cut his hair because I'm a  girl."                       
       
           



       

"Oh please. As if that's something new. We both know that many men feel  that way. Look at most of your cousins. And what about you? I know a  certain young lady who insists on having only a certain aunt trim and  color her hair."

Kira fidgeted. "That's different. Aunt Fiona is a master when it comes to highlights."

"Now who's being sexist?"

"You know I called you because you're supposed to be on my side."

"I am. Which is why I'm pointing out the obvious. You don't like this guy because he's assertive."

"Arrogant."

"Whatever. Yet we both know you need someone strong willed or you'll become bored."

"I'd say there's a lot to be said for boring. Especially since Gregory."

Eep. She'd said it aloud. He-who-should-not-be-named. A shiver went  through her-as her ex probably walked over the grave he had planned for  her-and she resisted an urge to yank the curtains to the apartment shut  and check the lock on the door.

Her mother made a noise. "Grr. Don't talk to me about that man. He  fooled us all, baby. But that doesn't mean every man is like him. There  are good ones out there. Just look at your father and his brothers. Even  your cousins. They would never hurt or disrespect a woman like that."

No, they wouldn't, but once punched, literally, often threatened, and  her hair salon burned down in suspicious circumstances meant Kira was  more than twice shy. She was mad, and scared, mostly because she feared  the violence from her ex-boyfriend would spill over onto the ones she  loved. "Well, it doesn't matter now. Even if the big guy was flirting  and hinting at a date, I'm pretty sure he's changed his mind now after  what I did to his precious hair."

After exchanging a few more tidbits of news, Kira hung up with her  mother and let out a sigh. Here not even a week and already in trouble.  With a man.

Could things get any worse?





Chapter Three


Things couldn't be any worse. Not only was a huge hunk of his hair missing from his precious mane, but Arik had lost her trail.

Him, a master hunter, evaded by a human.

His lion hung his head in shame.

It occurred to him, as he trudged back to the barbershop-with its  striped spinning pole that always made him want to stop so his kitty  could paw at it-that he should demand the folks working there cough up  her address.

He could probably intimidate them into conceding. It didn't take much to  have humans spill their guts, especially when he used his voice and  stare on them. However, while he could easily snare her location, he'd  lose his element of surprise, as they'd probably warn her.

He much preferred a sneak attack.

His steps bypassed the turn to the shop and, instead, headed to the rental parking lot that held his car.

Best to pretend he wouldn't retaliate. There was no benefit in rattling  any cages for info, as it meant she would realize she'd gotten to him,  that she'd managed to ruffle his fur.

Unacceptable.