Just Her Luck by Jeanette Lynn Read Free Book Online

rubber, baby, and he’s the glue, “You're about as fun as a dead person and your sparkling wit and titillating personality are on par with that of a week old corpse! Simply put, sir, you stink!"
    The room went deafeningly silent, and I waited, one hand cocked on my hip, the other still gripping the rug beater, ready to do verbal battle with the wet man-beast from hell.
    Or beat the shit out of him…
    My four guys burst out laughing suddenly, all at the same time, and I smiled a little, despite the situation, at the looks on all of their faces.
    "You two should see yourselves," Sawyer managed to gasp out between laughs, "You look like you're ready to do battle. Duke it out to the death. Both of you!"
    My smile died at that.
    They continued to guffaw at us, and I found my lips involuntarily pursing like I'd just sucked on a lemon.
    Why stop at beating Reeve's ass? When I could just whack them all?
    Contemplating all this quietly, brooding, I tapped the rug beater lightly into my opened palm.
    "We aren't that funny," I grumbled, frowning now.
    "It isn't funny at all, assholes," Reeve grumbled as he yanked his pants up.
    "If anyone looks like they just got out of prison, it's you!" I shot at Reeve.
    He gave me a dismissive look and sniffed, running his free hand through his dripping wet hair, eyes scanning away from me as if we were done.
    "I'm too tired to deal with you right now." Reeve grunted as he held his pants up with one hand and marched right out of the room.
    Ugh!
    Grrrr!
    Who does he think he is, walking away like that?
    "Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going, ya halfcocked, perverted, crappy burglar?! I'm not done insulting you yet! Get back here!" I bellowed after him, not feeling justified yet for his stupid prison comment.
    He ignored me and headed up the stairs.
    I doggedly followed.
    Call me a felon, will he?
    Sawyer, Bowen, Thatcher and Ephraim gaped at me as I marched right after Reeve, steam practically coming out of my ears.
    "Don't you ignore me, mister! I will not be so blatantly overlooked by a barbaric, wet, man-beast with no manners! Are you even listening to me?!!!" I shrieked as I stomped on behind him.
    "Heard you loud and clear, you little gremlin,” his deep voice was gruff and weary, as if he was beyond tired, but still just as nasty and curt, “What happened? They feed you after midnight and they're just waiting for you to multiply?”
    I squealed like an idiot as he chuckled at himself.
    Asshoooollllleee!!!!
    I stomped my foot and shrieked out in rage, raising the rug beater to whack him.
    I got in one good thwack between his shoulder blades before he opened the door to what I'm assuming is his room.
    "Someone needs to teach you some manners, little girl," he growled as he picked me up and tossed me into his room.
    I screamed as I flew through the air, arms and legs flailing out as I became temporarily airborne.
    I braced myself as I landed, waiting for the feel of the ground to swallow me up and bruise me three ways to Sunday, but it never came.
    Instead, I landed on a mass of pillows and plopped onto a giant king sized bed, a fluffy comforter brushing my fingertips as I made contact.
    He smirked when he saw the look of disbelief, shock, and relief on my face.
    "What's the matter? Thought I was going to toss you towards the floor? Get that a lot in prison, did ya?"
    I chucked a pillow at him and it hit him square in the face, but it didn't really make me feel all that better.
    He ruined any chance of it when he chuckled at me.
    Asshole!
    He kicked off his boots and ignored me as I stood up on his bed, the rug beater lost somewhere in the melee as I cussed him black and blue, contemplating the idea of going to prison for permanently damaging him.
    Why is it looking more appealing by the minute?
    Probably the correlation between his mouth moving and my temper piquing.
    "You might want to go now," he warned, glancing at me briefly from over his shoulder before he pulled his t-shirt