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A Day in the Life of…
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“You’re doing it wrong,” the little pain in the ass that he’d promised his brother that he wouldn’t kill, said as she took her time selecting a donut from the box that she’d picked up after he threw her out an hour ago, hoping that she’d finally take the hint and leave him alone.
No, instead she walked back into his workshop ten minutes ago as though he hadn’t threatened to spank her ass if he ever saw her again, hopped up onto his workbench and ignored him. He was going to kill his brother, Matt decided as he glared at the little pain in the ass that had taken it upon herself to annoy the shit out of him.
For the past few months, she came here every day.
Every. Fucking. Day.
Rain or fucking shine, to annoy the hell out of him.
Every day, Matt kicked her out and every day, she came back and made his life a living hell. He probably could have put an end to this whole thing if it hadn’t been for Reed the fucking traitor. Reed had taken one look at the brat’s organizational skills and let the fact that they could see the floor for the first time in years sway his decision to let the brat stay.
His brother thought it would be good for the little brat to have something to do, something to keep her focused and out of trouble. Apparently, his brother wasn’t concerned about keeping the little brat alive.
“You’re not supposed to use the metal clamps,” Jen said, sounding bored as she nibbled on the donut that he was going to steal.
“They’re faster,” he said, wondering why he was explaining this.
“It’s leaving a mark,” she said with a pointed look at the chair that he was trying to finish before his cousin came to make his life a living hell.
“No, it’s…oh, shit,” Matt said, sighing heavily as he pulled the metal clamp off and tossed it aside when he noticed the small, barely noticeable indent that it left in the wood. It was barely noticeable to the naked eye, but his cousin would notice it, which meant…
He had to start over again.
His cousin Lucifer was renovating the Fire & Brimstone and he needed new furniture. He’d promised him a dozen samples to choose from and so far, he only had half a dozen chairs ready. His cousin was a picky bastard, Matt thought, sighing as he reached over and snatched the donut out of her hand and shoved it in his mouth with a sigh.
“Lucifer likes the antique look,” Jen said, making him glare as he bit out, “I know.”
“Because I was thinking that you could always show him some of the chairs that your family stored over the years in the back and see if he likes any of them,” Jen said, helping herself to another donut as her words sank in and when they did…
He plucked the donut out of her hand, popped it in his mouth, and decided to see what he could find.
An Excerpt from Irresistible
A Little Over Six Months Ago..
“Do you have a band-aid? Because I scraped my knees falling for you,” Aidan said, watching as the incredibly beautiful woman that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since he first saw her, smiled.
“Still not the worse pick-up line I’ve ever heard,” Melanie, his brother’s tenant and the woman that he had no business being with, said with a warm smile while Aidan sat there, absently finishing off his drink as he watched her, unable to help but wonder what it was about her that made him nervous.
That was an understatement because she fucking wrecked him. For the past two weeks, Aidan hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. He’d tried to force himself to forget about her, but he couldn’t, and he had no idea why. He’d never reacted to a woman like this before. Normally if he was attracted to a woman, he simply asked her out and if she said no, he moved on without a second thought. With Melanie…
When he saw Rebecca’s lab results waiting for him this afternoon, he’d decided that it was now or never and used the results as an excuse to go see her. As soon as he saw Melanie, something inside him settled, something that he couldn’t quite explain, but it had him deciding that it was time to stop playing games.
“Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?” Aidan asked, reaching for the shot of tequila that she’d ordered for him and couldn’t help but wonder when the last time that he drank this much was as he downed the shot and signaled for another one.
“I just feel like you’re not even trying,” Melanie said with a pitying look as she picked up her shot, took a sip, and-
“Oh, that’s bad,” she said with an adorable frown that had him chuckling as she finished the rest of the shot with a wince.
“You’re the one who ordered the shots,” Aidan reminded her as he picked up his beer.
“I needed sustenance to help me get through your cheesy pick-up lines,” Melanie said, nodding solemnly.
“They’re not that bad,” Aidan said even though they were, but he was more than happy to repeat the asinine pick-up lines that he’d heard over the years if it made her smile and he definitely wanted to make her smile.
“They really are,” Melanie said, chuckling as she took a sip of her beer.
“Can I follow you home? Because my parents told me that I should always follow my dreams,” Aidan said, making her laugh.
“Do any of those lines even work?” she asked as he sat there, unable to believe just how badly he wanted this woman.
“I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me in the morning,” Aidan said, not sure if it was because of all the alcohol that he’d consumed or the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about her that had him leaning over and kissing her, unable to wait another minute to find out what it was like to kiss the woman that he couldn’t resist.
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