Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
So bossy.
But she stayed where she was and waited for him to return with Freddy Fox. Then kissed her goodbye, which was far more than just a brief peck on the lips. That was the Fox’s way. He danced to his own tune.
Hugging her toy fox, she settled in to watch a cheesy, sweet, romantic Christmas movie.
Lord, she hoped Brody was ready for the full force of the Fox.
Somehow, she didn’t think he was.
7
FOX, PUP, AND BUNNY
Damn it.
Brody was so tired that his eyes were burning. Pulling his glasses off, he put them on his desk. He rubbed his eyes, but it didn’t help.
“This is what is so important that you couldn’t be bothered with coming home tonight?”
He yelped in shock and made a grab for his glasses. But instead of picking them up, all he did was knock them off the desk.
Shoot!
They clattered onto the floor and he slid off his chair onto his knees to reach for them.
But a big boot landed on the floor between him and the glasses. He followed that boot up and up and up.
“You know, while you’re down there . . .”
He groaned. “Fox, I’m not going to give you a blow job in my workplace.”
“Who said anything about a blow job? I was thinking that you could turn around and offer up that ass for the spanking it deserves.”
He stiffened. What? “What are you talking about? Why are you here? And could you please give me my glasses?”
The Fox bent down and grabbed his glasses. Then, putting his hands under Brody’s armpits, he hauled him onto his feet. Finally, he set Brody’s glasses down on his nose.
Now that he could actually see, when he took in the way the Fox was staring down at him . . . he started thinking that he might have been better off blind.
The Fox had his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at him.
“Uh, you didn’t answer me. Why are you here? How did you get in here?” The building should have been secured. Only approved personnel could get in. Which the Fox was not.
“Are you really asking me that?”
Yeah, he guessed it was a stupid question. The Fox could go anywhere he liked and no one could ever stop him. Even Ink’s formidable security.
“Right.” Brody fiddled with his glasses. “But why are you here?”
“To kidnap you, of course.”
“K-kidnap me.” Brody let out a shaky laugh. He trusted the Fox. Loved him. The Fox had shown how much and how fiercely he loved him and Autumn.
But still . . . there were times when he could still make him a touch nervous.
“Why would you need to kidnap me?” Brody asked. He frantically glanced around but thankfully, he hadn’t started working on his Christmas gift yet tonight. He was creating a robot for the two of them.
“Because you’re coming home with me.”
“Coming with you? Didn’t Autumn give you my message?”
“Oh, she gave me your message. I didn’t like it. I also don’t like you using her to give me a message. Did my number fall out of your phone?”
“What? No.” He took a nervous step backward as the other man began to move forward.
Crap.
He might just be in trouble here because the Fox didn’t look like he was about to announce that this was a joke.
Nope. The Fox looked like he was about to pounce.
“No? Then did you call me and I didn’t answer?” the Fox asked.
“You always answer.”
“I do always answer, don’t I? Even when I’m in the middle of blood and guts. So that cannot be it. So . . . what’s left, Brody? Why did you call Autumn and not me?”
Because he didn’t want the Fox to order him home. “Um, well, I . . . I’m busy at work.”
The Fox raised his eyebrows. “Busy at work? Looks to me like you’re doing some surveillance. Shouldn’t Frankie be doing the night surveillance?”
“Ahh, yes, he is. But there are some other things I need to do. Ink’s one person down. Stone has some stuff going on. So we’re busy.”
“Really? So busy that you need to spend the night? Ink is taking advantage.”
“No, he isn’t!” he blurted. “I volunteered. He didn’t ask me to stay behind.”
The Fox eyed him. “I don’t like this.”
Crap.
“You’re coming home with me.”
He shook his head. “I really think I should—hey! Fox! What are you doing?”
The Fox moved so quickly that Brody didn’t have a chance to get out of the way. Suddenly, he found himself turned and pushed over the desk. The Fox didn’t grab him harshly. But he was forceful.
Before Brody knew it, there were handcuffs around his wrists.
“Fox! You can’t do this!”
“Of course I can.”
He opened his mouth, but suddenly a gag was slid into his mouth. He made a muffled protest.
What the hell?
Was the Fox serious right now?
Again, without warning, he found himself lifted in the air and swung over the Fox’s shoulder.