Porter's Reward

Handcuffs

Enjoy what? Watching me beg? That made my brown eyes snap with fury.

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” I hissed.

“Careful pup, don’t bite.” He closed in on me to tower over me. “Hounds in heat shouldn’t antagonize the big dog.”

I glared up at him. Catching that woodsy cologne again. And for some reason it was disorienting me now, combined with the rest of him. My eyes roved down over his frame, knowing now that he was wound with muscle and coated in sexy tattoos.

“So, which am I?” I challenged. “A pup or the b***h in heat?”

He dropped his face to me. “You tell me.”

I reared back. That’d sounded perilously close to a come on. From Porter?

Okay, clearly, he’s not at all who I thought he was.

“I’m your boss!”

“Not here you’re not.” He took another predatory step toward me, forcing me to retreat before he stepped on my foot. He chased my movements. “Here you’re a small woman alone in the apartment of a man you hardly know. Asking him for favors when you never know what you’re going to get.”

What am I going to get? I almost wanted to ask the question. Nearly dying with curiosity now.

“What are you going to do?” I eyed that holster. “Shoot me?”

He snorted. “Why would I do that?”

He reached into his side pocket and lifted his fold handcuffs to tap them pointedly toward me. “When this could be sooo much more fun.”

“Porter!”

“My name is Kane. Only people at Chase & Walker call me that.”

“But I-”

“Kane.” He cut me off. Walking past me. “If you want to keep talking to me, you’re going to have to go with me. I have to get to work.”

“Where do you work?” I asked suspiciously.

Tagging behind him.

He paused next to the door to pull a formed black coat, with a masculine cut off a hook and toss it over his shoulders.

This didn’t look like my Oversight Accountant.

He looks like the bad boy straight from a porn movie.

And now that he was walking away from me, my eyes were drawn to that tight backside.

My brows drew together as I realized how tight an ass that really was.

Slacks didn’t do him justice.

Or perhaps they had, and I just hadn’t checked Porter out the way I was now.

I wasn’t entirely sure.

We got in the elevator, and I stepped next to him. Spinning on my heel with my bag in my hands to watch the doors closing next to him.

“The Red Tar.” He leaned sideways to say. Bumping my shoulder with his.

“Really?” My brow furrowed and I stared up at him.

“Yeah. Why?”

“No reason. I just-you just...”

He turned his head slowly and blinked down at me. Waiting for me to finish that sentence.

Which I’m definitely not going to do.

Now.

I chewed my cheek. Teresa was right.

“You’re a bouncer?”

“Security Manager.” He corrected.

“Same thing?”

He hesitated. “Close enough.”

What the hell does that mean?

Could he possibly be more mysterious.

Staring at him in the little elevator, I was staring at the way the weird elevator light was catching the red highlights in his dark brown hair. Giving it that dark rusty tinge that I’d always thought was plain.

Certainly not now.

I saw that the collar on that thin, tight cut jacket was turned up around his neck. But as thick as he was, it seemed to suit him rather than looking ridiculous. I wondered what he’d do if I stepped in-front of him and caught those collars to yank him down and kiss him.

I bet he’d be so stunned I could shove him against that wall and climb him like a tree.

I blinked in shock at my own thoughts.

When did I get so horny?

I blamed it on the fact that the whole elevator now smelled like his cologne. That deep earthen, woodsy aroma that made him seem wild.

I was already wondering if he’d have a motorcycle hidden in the garage that he was going to expect me to ride in my skirt.

It’d certainly finish his look.

I found myself adjusting my skirt uncomfortably. Noting that my panties suddenly felt like they were sticking to me and knowing full well why that would be.

He led me around the side of his apartment building to a line of garage doors. He plucked a keyring from his pocket and hit a button with his thumb. As soon as the door started lifting, I realized that what I was looking at, was a car. A bluish, silver one.

A nice one.

The pointed lined and deep decorative indentations made it clear that it was expensive.

“What is it?” I asked breathlessly.

“A car.”

“What kind.”

“A Spider.”

“Never heard of it.”

He snorted, walking toward the driver’s side while I slid between the wall and the car, trying not to get dust on my clothes as I cracked the passenger door. “Of course not.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You’re so careful and controlled, I can’t imagine you driving anything fun.”

“I can be fun.” I defended.

He paused to peer over the top of the silvery car, eyeing me skeptically. “When? In the sack? ‘Cause I really doubt anywhere else.”

“Excuse me?” My brows shot up in affront.

He grinned. Flashing deep dimples on both sides of his mouth and making green eyes dance wickedly.

“Are you trying to provoke me?” I accused.

“Is it working?” He called out before vanishing into the seat and pulling the door closed.

I had to climb inside to continue the argument. Pulling the odd door closed.

It seemed to swing both out and up.

I frowned at it, as I pushed on it, making sure I had gotten it closed all the way.

“Don’t worry Punkin’.” He drawled. “I won’t let you fall out.”

I turned wide eyes to him. “Aren’t you full of piss and vinegar?”

“I am.” He nodded. Turning the car on with an angry rev.

“You ready?” He gave me a long look that promised I was in for a lot more than a ride to his work.

What the f**k have I gotten myself into?