Fuck. Fuck. Shit.
Someone knew. Who the fuck was it? What did they want? He turned the envelope over. There was nothing written on it. It hadn’t been posted. He searched through the photos quickly, there weren’t just photos of him in here, but also of Reyes, Ink, Razor, Spike and Jason. What the fuck?
The roar of the lawnmower brought him back to the present. She’d opened his mail? Had she looked inside?
He stormed towards the woman. He couldn’t remember her name. Wasn’t sure if he’d ever learned it, to be honest. The envelope filled with photos was clenched in his right fist.
Duke was a guy who was slow to anger. But once he let go it was hard to rein it back in.
The woman didn’t even look up. She just plodded up and down in neat, even rows. Obviously, she couldn’t hear him over the loud noise of the mower, but couldn’t she sense him? Christ, anyone could sneak up on her.
For some reason, that made him even angrier.
He stepped in front of her, waiting for her to reach him. He knew the moment she saw him. Heard her let out a startled cry as the mower stopped a few inches from his black boots.
He glanced up from his boots to scowl at the woman. She was dressed in a long-sleeved, ugly-as-sin khaki shirt with something embroidered on the top right.
Clean Cut Gardening Services.
Hoping to get another client on her books, was she?
Not happening, sweetheart.
Her shirt swamped her, her green shorts came down to her calves, making her look like she was playing dress-ups in her dad’s clothes. Her hair was hidden under an ugly straw hat that looked like a family of rats had taken refuge in it, nibbling away at parts of it. Her cheeks were flushed, sweat coated her skin. She looked worn out.
And his temper bubbled even further.
“Oh shoot, you scared me!”
She had a hand pressed against her chest. He moved to the side, turning off the mower. The silence was almost deafening.
“Funny that, considering this is my property and you’re trespassing!”
The red faded from her cheeks and she took a step back. A smidge of regret filled him at scaring her but as he folded his arms across his chest, he remembered the crumpled-up envelope in his hand and that she was ruining the few hours of peace he had before having to go into the club.
“Tr-trespassing?” she stuttered; her voice so quiet he could scarcely hear her. “I’m not trespassing!”
“No? What do you call it when you’re somewhere that you weren’t given permission to be?”
“I-I’m mowing your grass.” She pointed down at her mower.
He grunted. “Didn’t ask you to.”
She narrowed her gaze, a spark of heat entering her eyes. So she wasn’t as meek and mild as she made out? Interesting. . .
Still, she really wasn’t his type. He liked women who were submissive in the bedroom, but otherwise could take care of themselves. This woman would need constant care and assurances. He didn’t have time for that.
“Are you that desperate for work you’re over here mowing my lawn for free trying to drum up business?”
Her eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock. His eyes were drawn to those plump, pink lips. Hmm, for someone who was rather unremarkable looking, she had a very nice mouth.
It would look very pretty wrapped around a cock.
He nearly snorted. Like she’d ever give a blow-job. She had missionary-only written all over her. Probably closed her eyes and lay there until it was done.
Okay, enough.
She should not turn you on.