Page 13 of Mr. Infuriating (Mister #1)

Gabe

I could see the panic on her face at my declaration and she flinched when I reached out to touch her arm.

Dammit!

“That came out wrong. I’m not dangerous or anything like that. I am single, and I am Derrick’s brother, but you need to know—”

“Do you have an STD or something?”

Jesus Christ, this was going from bad to worse.

“God, no! Nothing like that. I just—”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. How was I going to say this?

I took a deep breath and looked into her mesmerizing blue eyes, willing my brain to find the right words so that I could still salvage this. Although, I didn’t see how that was possible.

Man the fuck up, Gabe!

“My name is Gabriel, but I go by Gabe. Gabe Mitchell.”

It took a second for her brain to process my name, then her eyes went wide.

With a wry smile, I supplied, “Also known as the infuriating Jerk of the Year.”

I steeled myself to duck in case she tried to throw a punch or deliver a slap across my face.

Instead, she stared at me for a beat before pulling her shoulders back and standing up straighter. She gave me a devious smile and asked, “So, if I ride your cock, you’ll cancel my contract?”

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Gretchen

The alcohol made me ask.

That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Or maybe the sexy-as-sin man had turned my brain to mush when he’d kissed me.

Maybe it was a combination of the two.

Then again, it could be the fact that I hadn’t been touched by a man in almost a year.

I’d heard lack of sex can cause a person to make poor decisions.

Whatever the reason, I decided the consequences were a problem for tomorrow’s Gretchen. Tonight’s Gretchen was going to be bold and do what she wanted. If I got the contract for the cabinets I couldn’t afford canceled and rode a hot Zaddy’s cock in the process, I’d chalk it up as a win-win.

He chuckled when he replied, “I wish I could sweetheart, but my brother would probably run me out of business if I did.”

I studied him a little longer, and he shifted his feet under my scrutiny, like he was nervous about my response.

“Hmm… so if we have sex tonight, the only thing in it for me is an orgasm?”

“Orgasmsss…” He drew the “S” out. “Plural.”

I could work with that.

“And it’d just be for tonight? You’re not looking for someone to date.”

Because obviously if he was, it wouldn’t be with someone like me. I had a two-year old son and desperately wanted to try for a daughter. He’d told me point-blank he didn’t want to start over and thought his older brother was a fool for doing so .

He hesitated, like he wasn’t sure what answer I was looking for, but finally replied, “I’m not interested in a relationship.”

“Good.”

Reaching for his hand, I pulled him toward the door leading to the house and hit the garage door button as we walked inside.