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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Angry's such a good look on him...

I started writing Location, Location, Location after a conversation with a friend in which we'd discussed loving the angry look on a man. You know, when his muscles are taut and his eyes are dark and he's pissed but you know he'd never hurt you? Anyhow, back to the matter at hand... Mia loves that look on Kevin so much she keeps on angering him, on purpose. Here's an excerpt I hope you like...

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Biting on her lower lip, she grabbed the cart in both hands and directed her feet towards the opposite direction. He didn’t want to see her, didn’t want to acknowledge what’d happened last time; well, that was fine with her. She wouldn’t even think about him being in the same supermarket. Nuhuh.

Except it didn’t work that way. Her mind just didn’t want to cooperate and she found herself staring at the frozen peas section while images of him sucking on her breasts flickered through her head. She leaned to retrieve a bag and just the action of bending down brought back the memory of him pushing her down over her desk, widening her legs so he could thrust into her. She moaned, the sound ringing over the frozen products. Hell, girl, settle down! Before long, she’d be having an orgasm in the middle of the chicken nuggets!

“For fuck’s sake!” Kevin’s voice rang behind her, startling her so much she nearly fell head first into the cabinet.

She stood back up so quickly she got a head rush. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you trying to get yourself raped?”

She felt her eyebrows snap together. “What the hell are you on about?”

“Don’t you even realize what you were doing?”

“I was grabbing some peas because you know, some of us do know how to cook.”

His face flushed red when he got the innuendo. He exhaled but then he seemed to remember what he’d wanted to say in the first place. “Look what you’re wearing!”

She looked down at herself and shrugged. “I don’t see anything wrong with my ensemble.”

“You wouldn’t!” he hissed back.

Okay, the poor guy had lost his mind. Surely, a simple tee and skirt combination couldn’t have gotten him so mad. “I really don’t get it, Kev.”

“You never do,” he retorted, his eyes locking on hers. “You were flashing everyone!”

She gasped. “I wasn’t!”

“You were! I can tell you’re wearing those boy shorts women seem to like and they’re yellow.”

“Fuck.” Her face reddened. “I can’t…” Her voice trailed. She’d really been flashing the whole store?

“Think about it next time you want to bend over!” he announced before grabbing his cart and striding off.

She watched him leave for the second time, her mind in disarray, fervently hoping he hadn’t noticed she was wet too.

Flustered, she grabbed a bag of peas and threw it in her cart. She hurried down the aisle and checked the last item on her list. One more thing and she was out of here, and she wouldn’t come back in a long long while.

She rounded another corner and metal shrieked. She’d bumped into another cart. What a fucking perfect day! She groaned inwardly when the owner whirled around. The man was wearing a dark suit, cut tight across the thighs and shoulders. It looked almost molded to his lean frame and god did it fit him well. “Why are you wearing a suit?” she asked before she could stop herself.

“Is that all you have to say?” Kevin yelled as he felt pain lance up his right foot. The damn woman had rammed into him! Again!

4 comments:

Willsin Rowe said...

Ooh...these two are treading that fine line between lust and disgust, aren't they? I haven't started this one yet, Emma, but boy, it's really jumped up the TBR list now!

Emma Hillman said...

I wouldn't say disgust but he's very pissed off. And horny too. Ah!

Willsin Rowe said...

Yeah, disgust wasn't really the right word, but it was the first one I could think of that rhymed with lust...

The line between "anger" and "hunger"...?

Emma Hillman said...

Anger and hunger is very good! Me likes. *already thinking of using it in a story*