Thresh: Alpha One Security: Book 2 (33 page)

I let her go, and squatted next to her, watching her try to massage feeling back into her extremities and admiring her tight, toned body. “I happen to think you’ve got beautiful hands, and it’d be a shame to see them come to any harm, so you can relax. I won’t let anything happen to your fingers, or any other part of your fine-ass body.”

“Oh really. There were three of them, in case you didn’t notice.” She said this as if I should be afraid.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“You were blindfolded, how could you tell?”

I shrugged, smirking. “Counted their voices, their different gaits.”

“And you can take on all three of them, can you?” Skeptical, sarcastic.

I stood up to my full height, which got her attention. I’m six-six and two-eighty, and there’s not an ounce of fat on me. And believe me, she fuckin’ noticed. There was no mistaking the way her eyes raked up and down my body several times, and then she blinked, shook her head, and looked away, those pretty pale cheeks blushing scarlet.
 

“Yeah, Fancy. I’m thinkin’, they only brought three guys, and that was their second mistake.”

“What was the first?”

“Not killing me outright,” I said. “’Cause now I’m inconvenienced. I’ve got a headache, and that makes me cranky. I’m hungry, which makes me hangry, and when I get hangry, I tend to lose a bit of rationality and self-restraint. Three little guys? They’re going to wish they had a whole lot more.”

She stared up at me, and her gaze reflected equal parts attraction, fascination, and revulsion.
 

I heard the screen door squeal, then footsteps on the floor above us, and then on the stairs.
 

I winked at Temple. “Fun’s about to start, honey-buns. You just sit there and be your pretty, innocent little self. Let them come in, and do
not
look at me. Then, when I give you the signal, you get your sexy ass out of the way.”

She looked panicked. “Wh—what’s the signal?”

“When I start hitting people, obviously.”

I started to turn away.
 

“Wait!” she called out.
 

I turned back, quirked an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“What’s your name?”

I gave her my signature panty-melter grin. “Name’s Duke Silver.”
 

Snagging the barbell from the rack, I hefted it, swung it around a few times, and then positioned myself near the door as the footsteps clomped down the stairs.
 

The lock clicked, the doorknob twisted.

Temple sat frozen on the floor, like a deer caught in headlights and then, in the seconds before the door swung open, she shook her hair out, fluffed it, and unbuttoned her blouse to show a cock-hardening amount of plump ivory cleavage.
 

A little too effective, since it cost me several seconds delay—I was staring too, right when the three cocksuckers ambled through the door.

And now I had to fight with a semi.
 

Great.