Page 3 of Bad Bunny
I turn.
And there, standing squarely on my alphabet floor mat, is the hottest man I’ve ever seen.
Like Nordic god hot.
At least six-five. Broad shoulders. Blond hair long enough to brush the back of his neck. Green eyes the color of unfurling leaves. A jaw that looks like it was carved by a wood-handled knife. Whittled by the finest artist.
And he’s…
Oh my God.
He’s naked.
Stark. Buck. Naked.
Not even trying to cover himself.
I do what any sane person would. I scream. Then I snatch the nearest object, my phone, and fling it at his head.
Hard.
He ducks before I can blink, smooth and fast, without breaking eye contact.
My phone slams into the wall behind him. The one the kids from my class decorated last week. Hand-drawn Easter eggs. Cross-eyed bunnies. Tiny chicks surrounded by pastel jelly beans.
The phone screen explodes with a sharp crack, glass raining down in glittering shards across the floor. One piece embeds in the wall, impaling a construction-paper rabbit right through the chest.
Great. I just murdered the Easter bunny.
The man glances at my phone, then back at me, one brow raised. “You appear to have destroyed your communication device.”
I don’t respond.
I’m too busy sprinting for the door.
He moves before I reach it, smooth, silent, stepping neatly into my path. He blocks the exit.
I skid to a stop.
The man is so large he practically fills the doorway. He studies me for a long moment with his eyebrows bunched like he’s surprised. “You are…unexpectedly fierce.”
“Move.” I stomp my foot, breathing hard. “Get out of my way.”
Now his expression shifts into one that’s almost regretful.
“I’m sorry,” he says calmly. “But I cannot allow that. You may attempt to alert your authorities.”
“You better believe I’m calling the police, you pervert.” I throw my hands up into a shaky karate stance, the kind I’ve only ever seen on television.
Uncannily composed, he shakes his head. “No. You will not do that.” His voice lowers, reverent. “The Great Eldryn guided my crossing and led me to you.”
Gibberish.
The man is speaking absolute gibberish.
“You’re insane,” I grit out, eyeing the giant. There’s no way I can overpower him.
“I am not,” he replies, looking dignified.
