Page 6 of Entangled
Oh my God.
It’s none other than my vibrator, Thor. The makeshift weapon I chucked across the room when I caught him lurking in the doorway.
And the damn thing is still on.
So much for adrenaline causing the rumble in my head. Nope. That’s the power of two C batteries and the son of Odin, vibrating on the wooden staircase.
Mortification heats my skin when I remember I’m still wearing my work costume. Although “wearing” is a generous description for the scrap of fabric and sequined pasties I’ve got on. Thankfully, my mask conceals most of my face. Not that hiding my identity matters at this point because the guy already has my real name and address. One thing is for damn sure, I need to grab Thor and get dressed before this Flynn dude wakes up. Praying his fall caused at least short-term amnesia, I reach for the buzzing tip peeking out from under his thigh and tug. It doesn’t budge.
Shit.
Pivoting to straddle his calves, I slide my hands between his legs and locate Thor’s thick base. I tighten my grip on the suction cup, wrapping my fingers around the gilded silicone testicles, then yank on the toy with more force than necessary.
At the exact moment Mr. Delivery Man decides to regain consciousness.
In a blur of movement, he rolls to the side, sending me flying backward. I fall flat on my ass.
He scrambles into a kneeling position. Gripping the handrail, he stares at me, his gorgeous face twisted in a mask of disbelief. “Why the fuck are you groping me?”
I sit up. “I most certainly wasnotgroping you.” Shocked by his audacity to seem annoyed, I gesture with Thor like it’s a magic wand or a sword. Hell, I already threw it with devastating effects, so maybe I should rename the damn thing after his hammer. “You were the one who broke in.”
“I didn’t break in. The door was unlocked, and there was a note giving permission to enter the premises.”
“That note was for Tony!” I wave Thor wildly, conducting my grand orchestra of unseen vibrators where the ones with the clit ticklers sit first chair. Someone had better call Beethoven and his buddies because I’m on a roll now. “You had no right to barge into my home and spy on me.”
“I wasn’t fucking spying!” He throws his hands in the air. “You have a goddamn delivery. I shouted—multiple times—but you couldn’t hear me over your music.”
“I wasn’t expecting you this early. Tony comes in the afternoon—”
“Well, I’m not Tony,” he barks, climbing to a stand.
“No kidding. Where is he, anyway?”
“Tony had a heart attack. I’ve taken over his route.”
I clutch Thor against my chest. “Oh my God. Is he all right?”
“Yeah. He’ll be fine. Not sure if or when he’s coming back. Like I said, you’re stuck with me now.”
Tony is the sweetest man ever. The thought of his life in danger makes me want to weep. This asshole’s callous tone has me ready to throw Thor again.
“Well,hewouldn’t have—”
“Look, lady, I’m not here to interrupt your mating dance. I just need you to sign for this package.” He points to the small brown parcel and his tablet that landed near the open door.
“How nice of you to throw my stuff on the ground.” I scramble to my knees and stand. “That’s no way to treat someone’s delivery. I should call RPS to complain.”
His mouth drops open. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I prop my free hand on my hip and point with Thor. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
He sweeps his dark gaze over me like a physical touch. “No, Ms. Punzel, there’s absolutely nothing funny about the way you look.”
Heat wars with embarrassment as I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to cover my breasts. “You’re an asshole.”
“Yes. I am. Now, please sign for your package.” He marches up to the landing and retrieves his tablet and my delivery. “I need to get back on the road.”
I follow him up the stairs. “But it’s a blizzard.”
