#MidWeekTease with no knickers ad a hot bod alert...
I just had to put that^^^ up
My hero and heroine are getting very aware of each other.
A
pheasant squawked and whirred up out of the long grass on the verge. Bryony
squeaked in surprise, a bit like the pheasant, and dropped her bag.
‘Sheesh,
no need to startle the natives. I’m not about to put you in the pot, as much as
I am a carnivore.’ Bloody hell, as if Mop
and the cats aren’t enough, now I’m talking to a bird.
‘Glad
to hear it.’
‘Argh…
shit…’ Now the birds were answering back.
Get a grip.
It
wasn’t a bird but a bloke. The ‘drop dread, play your cards right and you can
have me,’ arsy Mr Grumpy bloke of the other day. This time, his longish curly
hair was tucked behind his ears and helped to anchor the sunglasses pushed up
onto his crown. In one earlobe a tiny silver stud winked in the sunlight.
A stud for a stud? Oh shoot,
next I’ll be drooling. Where
the hell had he come from? Did that van belong to Mr Grumpy then? If
so, he deserved his nuts cracked for being so bloody dangerous.
‘You’re
a liability,’ she snapped. Best to get in first with the accusations, just in
case he was the driver.
‘Who says?’ He snarled back.
‘Me, if you drive recklessly like that.’
‘Like
what? What planet are you on, woman? I’m on my bloody feet, no driving
involved.’ He spread his arms out as if to show that. Sadly, or happily, it
showed off his more than okay physique. ‘Where have I hidden a steering wheel?
No, don’t bloody answer that.’
Bryony
bit back the smart and non-pc answer she’d been going to give. No point in
riling him further. Not without good reason, anyway. Dressed in what she
decided was hot as hell denim cut offs, a black t-shirt, and deck shoes almost
as disreputable as the ones she had discarded, he could have been the sort of
man hot dreams were made of. If he wasn’t such a class one irritant.
‘I
do. You need your licence torn up into little bits. Is it normal to scare the
pants off newcomers?’ Bryony demanded, annoyed she must seem a complete wussy
female. ‘You know hello, welcome, and now drop dead?’ She bit back ‘and scare
them shitless and give them sleepless nights with your sodding van’. She’d said
enough along those lines already.
He shrugged. ‘I’ve never scared
anyone.’.’
Bollocks.
‘Who
are you anyway?’ She’d get his name out of him whatever else she didn’t manage.
‘Apart from the non-friendly-neighbourhood whatever, who is allergic to
people.’
He
shrugged. ‘Only some. Get over your paranoia.’ His face was a blank canvas.
Bryony itched to do something—anything—to change that.
Grief
did he never smile? Had he had fillers or whatever and ended up with a frozen
face? Didn’t things like that happen sometimes if you over did the stuff? With
her hatred of needles, Bryony would rather go for a week without wine and
chocolate, than contemplate voluntarily being injected with anything, thus her
knowledge of such procedures was a bit sketchy to say the least.
‘Well?’
‘Very
thank you.’
‘Oh
for…’ If there had been anything to stamp her foot on and make a noise she
would have done. Bryony clenched her hands into fists and was rewarded by the
tiniest hint of his mouth twitching. Not a proper smile but maybe a softening
of his bottom lip? However, he still didn’t offer his name.
‘Fine.
Keep who you are to yourself. I’ll just think of you as Mr Grumpy, that’s apt.’
Bryony picked her bag up again and ignored him. He stepped in front of her. She
sidestepped. He matched it. And grinned. The sort of grin that would make
hundreds of women drop their knickers given half a chance. Not her though, she
was made of sterner stuff. She hoped.
But, oh my goodness, that
makes him so bloody different. Does he have two personas? Am I in a split
dimension? Oh grief, damp knicker alert as Maisie would say.
Then,
she remembered, she didn’t actually have knickers on, as she hadn’t been able
to find a clean pair and the cheese grater thong her mum had given her for
Christmas—‘to bring you up to date, love’—which she discovered in with the
corkscrew and three dishtowels, was as useful as an ice cream in hell. That had
gone on and off in record time and now resided beneath her period pants in her
underwear drawer. She wouldn’t throw it out and maybe hurt her mum’s feelings,
but she doubted she’d wear it, not even when she was desperate. Like now. Not desperate. She was as they said,
commando, and if she were honest, rather liked it.
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Love how they play off one another. Great tease!
ReplyDeleteWell done. Great dialogue and her thoughts are hilarious.
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