Chapter 2
Chapter Two
What the hell are you doing, Noah? I can’t believe what kind of abuse of authority I just displayed.
I’m usually on the up and up with these things.
By the book. Not today. So, yeah, my ass should be in jail.
I’ve manhandled a woman, slapped her ass, and now I’m kidnapping her.
God, how many laws have I broken in the past five minutes?
I knew Othella Enderson was coming home, but having that knowledge did not prepare me for her. Glynna, her mother, told me her wild child would be here. However, she didn’t tell me how beautiful she was going to be. Or that she was a grown-ass woman. A woman I want to bury my dick in.
Mumbling to myself, I try not to think about that as I get into my squad car. I toss her bag onto the passenger seat and turn to see her seething. Those brilliant hazel eyes send daggers toward me, and I chuckle. I’ve never reacted to a woman the way I’m reacting to this little spitfire.
Her blonde hair is a disheveled mess, but that’s not what I want to think about right now.
Hell, if I do, images of her spread out on my bed will cause me to lose any control I have left.
No, I’m not thinking about that. I’m good until my eyes land on her cherry-red lips, and I get lost in wondering about how sweet she would taste.
Othella’s beauty is captivating, but it’s the look of insecurity I see within her that calls to me.
That smart mouth on her makes me intrigued to get to know who is behind that wall she has up.
So much to the point I want to shut her up with my cock buried deep within her.
Dammit, I can’t be thinking like this. I’m old enough to be her father. There’s an ethical responsibility I must maintain—and spanking her ass doesn’t follow those guidelines. I could risk losing my position if I keep this shit up.
“You bastard, let me go!” She bangs on the plexiglass window separating us. I slide on my sunglasses and smirk to myself. As she continues to tell me off in more ways than one, I turn on the radio and sing along to Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
She sighs loudly and rolls her eyes at me. I can’t help but daydream about the way she would try to be a naughty girl for me. Her eyes would have tears in them once I was done with her.
When I pull into the circular driveway to the mayor’s mansion, I feel my blood pressure rising.
I loathe the mayor. Why? Because I know she’s a liar, thief, and corrupt.
If there is one thing in this world that I dislike more than speeders on the road, it’s liars.
And Glynna Enderson is the biggest one of them all.
It doesn’t go unnoticed that Othella is quiet as I stop the vehicle. Too quiet. “What? No more insults for me, ladybug?”
When she doesn’t answer me, I turn around to see her looking down. What the hell? “You alright back there?”
She bares her teeth at me as she looks up. I’m going to enjoy getting this woman under me. “Well, alrighty then, to the house you go.”
I swear she mumbles that she isn’t wanted and will be kept like an animal in a cage. Um, surely I didn’t hear that correctly. Stepping out of the car, I wonder where the feisty woman I’ve been dealing with went. Before I can get out of the car and around to let Othella out, the front door opens.
“Is something the matter, Sheriff?” the mayor’s personal guard asks.
“Dropping off Miss Othella.” I open the back door and she steps out but doesn’t move from the car far enough so I can shut the door.
“Oh,” the guard says with disdain. Hmm, that’s interesting. I log the way he is peering at Othella in the back of my mind. I’ll process that later.
Looking back at Othella, I notice her hands trembling, and she’s looking down. Alright, something isn’t jiving here.
“Well, before she comes in, let me see if Mayor Enderson would prefer to send her to a hotel.”
Othella flinches, but she puts on a fake smile.
“I’m sorry, do what?” This man is pissing me the hell off. I look at Othella from the corner of my eye and she’s stepped somewhat behind me. Yeah, I don’t like what is going on here at all.
“Mayor…”
Othella laughs. “Don’t worry, Clyde, I’ll sleep in the guest house.”
She turns toward me, and I see the hurt in her eyes. While she is hiding it well, it doesn’t go unnoticed.
Turning around, I open the passenger door and grab her bag.
Putting a hand on her shoulder, I stop her from moving.
My other hand goes to her chin, and I force her to look at me.
I need to see those eyes. “Are you sure? I can take you somewhere else.” I keep my voice low for her ears only.
Annoyance runs through me at how she isn’t being welcomed here.
“Yup.” She doesn’t meet my eyes as I hand her the duffle bag. I’m not sure I want to leave her alone.
“Will you have food?” For some reason, I don’t like knowing she may not be taken care of. I’m usually impartial to these things. It’s the professional thing to do. Not today.
“The fridge is stocked.” Clyde is all too eager to step in. I move in front of Othella again and make her look at me.
“Thank you, Sheriff,” she mumbles and walks away.
I watch her ass the entire time she’s moving away from me.
The building she enters looks old and outdated, but the door must work just fine because she slams it.
My heart shifts, and I’m not sure what the hell has happened to her, but I know I want her back in my presence.
“I need to speak to the mayor.” Yeah, this shit will not fly. But I’m interrupted by my radio on my shoulder.
“Sheriff, what’s your twenty?” Mark, the station’s dispatcher, asks.
“I’m over at the mayor’s house. What’s going on?”
“There’s a 10-14 over on Maple and Sycamore.”
Damn it, not another public disturbance from the local bar. “10-4, show me en route.”
Clyde stands outside the entire time I move around my vehicle and slide in. Even as I’m leaving, I feel his eyes on me. That’s not what has me in knots. It’s the way my heart and head are hurting as I leave Othella behind.