Oopsie Daisy
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She clucked her tongue. “Who would’ve thought the revered Dr. Thornton would’ve been such a naughty teenage boy?”
“Oh, you have no idea how naughty I can be.” He couldn’t stop the growl lacing those words, and when he saw her eyes widen, he felt like he could conquer the world.
She was attracted to him, that was more than apparent. If he played his cards right, they could both get some enjoyment out of this insane chemistry brimming between them.
“Harrison, how have you been?” A man shouted from across the restaurant, and Harrison watched as a very drunk Devin Yates—once a good friend, now more of a town annoyance—stumbled over to their table.
Harrison had to restrain himself from tossing Devin across the room, especially when he finally noticed Sara and exclaimed, “Sara Flannigan! Jesus Christ, seriously?” For whatever reason, he thought that was hilarious, and he started laughing so loudly that they were attracting stares.
Harrison saw Sara flush in anger. Did she even remember Devin? He vaguely remembered that they would’ve been in high school around the same time.
“Shit, I haven’t seen you in forever,” Devin continued as he stared at Sara. “How’s it going? You still up to your old tricks? Man, the stories we’d hear about you! You were a legend.”
Harrison stilled. “Devin, you’re drunk,” he said in a slow voice, venom lacing the words. “You should leave.”
“Aw, come on. You knew about Sara? She was famous. Getting with the entire football team—”
She blanched.
“Leave. Leave, now, before I make you.” Harrison’s voice was low, threatening, as he stood up in front of Devin.
Devin blinked before he narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck, man? Don’t act like you don’t know. She was the town tramp—”
Devin didn’t get to finish that sentence. Harrison grabbed him by the wrist and wrenched his arm behind his back. Devin swore, but Harrison just held him harder.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, and I don’t want to know,” he hissed, anger swirling through him. “But you’re going to apologize, and then you’re going to leave before I leave your face permanently rearranged.”
Devin struggled, but he was too drunk to put up a real fight. Finally, when he realized Harrison wasn’t letting up, he said, “Fine. Sorry. You happy?”
“Look at her when you say it.”
“Sorry,” he sneered. “I didn’t know you’d claimed the slut for yourself.”
Harrison didn’t think: he reacted. He hauled Devin out the door of the Fainting Goat and, slamming him against the brick wall of the restaurant, punched him in the stomach. Devin collapsed in a heap at his feet. “Go home. You’re a disgrace.”
Harrison turned, only to run into Trent Younger. Trent glanced over Harrison’s shoulder to see Devin slumped onto the ground, moaning.
“Don’t lecture me, man,” Harrison replied in a tight voice.
“I wasn’t going to. I was going to punch him if you weren’t, but I see you did a decent job.” Trent’s mouth twisted. “He’s a piece of shit, and has been for ages. Somebody needed to punch him.”
Harrison laughed a little at that. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. He needed to check on Sara. Oh God, the look on her face. Anger took over once again, and it was only Trent’s hand on his arm that stopped him from punching Devin a second time.
“Leave it, man. Not worth having your brother arrest you. Go take care of your date.”
Entering the restaurant, Harrison didn’t see Sara at their booth. Fear rushed through him until he saw that she was surrounded by some of the patrons and waitresses near the bar. Her face was stricken and pale. Rushing toward the group, he said, “Let’s go.”
Sara didn’t argue. They walked past Devin staggering away, but Sara didn’t say anything. He escorted her to his car and, after forcing aside the anger still boiling inside him, asked, “Are you okay?”
She wiped at her eyes. “Do you think I’m okay?”
He swore. Leaning over, he touched her face. “Devin’s a piece of shit, and a drunk one at that. Don’t let what he said get to you.”
“You never knew, did you?” Her words were a whisper.
“What do you mean?”
But she was shaking her head. “I don’t want to talk about it. Take me home. Please.”
He wanted to comfort her, take her into his arms, but he put the car in drive and took her home instead.
At the front door of her small house, he couldn’t stop from pulling her into his arms for a hug. She instantly wound her arms around him, and he reveled in her closeness. In her sweet scent, her warmth.
“What did you do to Devin?” she asked.
“I punched him.”
He was expecting her to rebuke him, but she said simply, “Good.”
As she gazed up at him, her eyes shining in the low light of the streetlamps, Harrison couldn't untangle his feelings. Protectiveness, anger, desire, joy, all swirled together until only one thought was coursing through his brain: I need her.
When he cupped her face in his hands, she didn’t pull away. She tipped her head back, and that was all the permission he needed. He kissed her with an intensity he’d never felt before. She tasted like cider and mint, all sweetness and light. He brushed the remaining tears from her cheeks as the kiss only deepened. Licking inside her mouth, he poured everything he had into that one kiss.
She made a little noise in the back of her throat. God, she was gorgeous. He wanted her in every way a man could have a woman.
But then she broke the kiss. “It’s getting late,” she said, breathless.
He was already hard, straining, and the desire inside him was a veritable storm. He wanted to take her back to his house and ravish her until she was hoarse from screaming his name.
“Okay,” he replied. He set her free. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Then she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, for everything.”
He murmured in reply, “You’re welcome, Sara.”
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A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious.
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