Page 12 of Last Minion Standing

“Come back,” I yelled at them. “I wasn’t done with you yet.”

A deep chuckle accompanied by clapping made me turn to see a deliciously rumpled and sweaty Drake. I gave him a mock bow.

“I have to give you credit,” he said, shaking his head ruefully. “You really can take care of yourself.”

“Thank you,” I replied primly. My insides quivered in pleasure, though. I liked compliments as much as the next girl.

“Let’s get you home before they come back with friends.” I followed him out of the alleyway and watched as he hailed a cab. When it arrived, he opened the door and handed me in then closed it. I quickly cranked the window down and frowned at him.

“Aren’t you coming with me?” Translation: “Aren’t you coming home with me so I can fuck your brains out?”

He answered me with a hard kiss. My toes curled, and my pussy started to throb. He broke off the heated embrace, his eyes glowing. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Then he tapped on the taxi’s roof and stepped back. I refused to turn around and look at him with the stupid look females always have in movies. And the tears in my eyes weren’t frustration; they were rage. How dare he leave me horny, again!

Chapter Nine

He watched the taillights of the taxi until they winked out of sight. A part of him wanted to follow, yet he knew, in his current state of mind, that wasn’t wise.

“Bloody fucking hell!” Drake’s anger coursed through him and needed an outlet. His fist hit the brick wall where, just moments ago, he’d almost taken Sally. However, the pain didn’t clear up the white-hot rage still enveloping him at the knowledge the demons they’d fought wanted to hurt her.

How dare they! His beast roared and screamed in his head. Violent thoughts raced through his mind’s eye as his animal came up with ways to punish the perpetrators—nasty, bloody, permanent ways. Revenge was why he’d sent her away, even as every ounce of his being had screamed for him to go with her. To claim her and place his mating mark upon her body, a warning to those who thought to hurt her.

But he wouldn’t force his brand upon her until she agreed to it, possessive as both he and his beast felt. Life with his feisty intended would be a lot easier if she thought she had a choice.

However, while he worked on gaining her trust and affection—and invested in a jock strap, for she hadn’t seemed happy he’d sent her away—he could use his skills and call in a few more favors to discover who dared try and hurt his woman.

And when I find them, I shall let them meet the wrath of my beast.

Crunch.

Chapter Ten

The cab ride home didn’t take long, so as a result, I still simmered—and sizzled—my irritation equal to my arousal. And it was all HIS fault.

I didn’t understand him. One moment he blew hot. Hot enough I wanted to blow him. The next, he sent me off, panties wet, lips swollen, and ready to scream.

It had to be a plot, one designed to drive me insane. There was only one solution.

Ride him like a cowgirl.

No!

Kill him.

Possibly. But I was thinking more along the lines it was time I avoided Mr. Too-Hot-And-Sexy. Reject me once, he was playing hard to get. Reject me twice, and that was it. Time to find myself another object of lust.

The ride, though, was just long enough for me to make this decision, yet for some reason, I wasn’t happy with it. Thus, I entered the apartment with a scowl.

As usual, Jezzie ignored my foul mood with a chirpy, “About time you got home.” Apparently, someone had gotten into the sugar again because Jezzie bounced on the couch like a bunny on chocolate crack at Easter. She held the remote in one hand and pointed excitedly at the television screen.

Who cared what was on the news? I was more interested in the bag of chips on the table—regular rippled with a container of herb and garlic dip beside it. I consoled myself with lots of double dipping before I could finally focus on Jezzie, who stopped jumping and regarded me with a hand on her hip.

“Bad night?”

“Don’t ask,” I mumbled through a mouthful of chips.

“I don’t need to ask, and you don’t need to tell because I saw it all,” she said with a wide smirk. She stepped aside and played the paused show in progress—you had to love DVR. It wasn’t just any show on the screen. It was my reality show, featuring yours truly.