Today's prompt is tiger
Sebastian’s snuffling brought her gradually awake. Her arm hung over the mattress giving her pooch the opportunity he needed. His long tongue tickled her fingers garnering her attention. “Okay, okay. I’ll let you out.”
Odd, her dog was on the floor instead in the bed as usual. A masculine grunt coming from behind her stiffened her spine. What the? Her drowsy mind raced, trying to recall the previous night. Will helped her with her car, cleaned the garage, and called the police. Then there was the shower. Remembered pleasure had her stretching back her leg feeling a hair rough leg behind her. Fell asleep somewhere after the police came. It was Will, behind her wasn’t it? Had to be. Concern about Clint entering her house with ease drew the hairs on her arms to attention. What were the chances of the fool slipping into bed with her?
Fear grabbed her, held her immobile for a few heartbeats. Sebastian’s panting drew her out of her panicked stupor. If Clint were in the bed behind her, would her dog act so normal? Probably not, then again, didn’t he allow the man to root through her closet without much fuss? Images of Clint walking into the house with a bag of dog treats spiked her blood pressure. The man could have been playing a long game, making friends with her dog. What type of man would do that?
The mattress creaked giving her warning before the two arms wrapped around her. Her scream dammed up behind her heart already lodged in her throat. Sebastian’s eyes grew even brighter as he wagged his tail even harder. Was Clint behind her? Had he somehow won her mercurial pup over?
“Good morning, Tiger.” a familiar masculine voice purred into her ear. “I texted last night I’d be taking a personal day, but I assume you’re still heading to work.”
Will. Her held breath hissed out making her sound like a balloon losing air. Her body melted into the mattress. Thank God! She cleared her throat, managing to push her heart back down into place and coughed out the lingering fear.
“Yes, yes, I need to go to work.” Tonya snuggled back into his embrace enjoying the feel of his arms. Safety. For a few seconds, in his arms, she felt protected. An illusion, of course, Clint could blast through her front door. A half roll had her face snuggled against Will’s bare, warm shoulder. It would be hard leaving this. “What did you say you were going to do today?”
“Depends on what you trust me to do.” He dropped a kiss on top of her head. “My plan was to make sure your locks were changed to a key dead bolt. No using credit cards or screwdrivers to shimmy it open. Next on the list is motion sensor lights that will illuminate any tricky stunt Clint might pull. Finally, you need an alarm system. I have a friend who owes me.”
With each item, Tonya mentally calculated the costs. Switching the locks was necessary. “I agree the locks need to be changed, but everything else is too expensive. What’s this stuff about me trusting you? I slept through the night peacefully with you by my side.” It amazed her she hadn’t awakened once during the night. Hard to remember when she slept that well.
His fingers came up under her chin tilting her face upward. His eyes met hers. His still looked sleepy, with the corners of his thick lashes caked with what her mother called fairy dust, but everyone else called crud. His eyes warmed as he spoke. Why women weren’t throwing themselves at his feet was a mystery.
Odd, her dog was on the floor instead in the bed as usual. A masculine grunt coming from behind her stiffened her spine. What the? Her drowsy mind raced, trying to recall the previous night. Will helped her with her car, cleaned the garage, and called the police. Then there was the shower. Remembered pleasure had her stretching back her leg feeling a hair rough leg behind her. Fell asleep somewhere after the police came. It was Will, behind her wasn’t it? Had to be. Concern about Clint entering her house with ease drew the hairs on her arms to attention. What were the chances of the fool slipping into bed with her?
Fear grabbed her, held her immobile for a few heartbeats. Sebastian’s panting drew her out of her panicked stupor. If Clint were in the bed behind her, would her dog act so normal? Probably not, then again, didn’t he allow the man to root through her closet without much fuss? Images of Clint walking into the house with a bag of dog treats spiked her blood pressure. The man could have been playing a long game, making friends with her dog. What type of man would do that?
The mattress creaked giving her warning before the two arms wrapped around her. Her scream dammed up behind her heart already lodged in her throat. Sebastian’s eyes grew even brighter as he wagged his tail even harder. Was Clint behind her? Had he somehow won her mercurial pup over?
“Good morning, Tiger.” a familiar masculine voice purred into her ear. “I texted last night I’d be taking a personal day, but I assume you’re still heading to work.”
Will. Her held breath hissed out making her sound like a balloon losing air. Her body melted into the mattress. Thank God! She cleared her throat, managing to push her heart back down into place and coughed out the lingering fear.
“Yes, yes, I need to go to work.” Tonya snuggled back into his embrace enjoying the feel of his arms. Safety. For a few seconds, in his arms, she felt protected. An illusion, of course, Clint could blast through her front door. A half roll had her face snuggled against Will’s bare, warm shoulder. It would be hard leaving this. “What did you say you were going to do today?”
“Depends on what you trust me to do.” He dropped a kiss on top of her head. “My plan was to make sure your locks were changed to a key dead bolt. No using credit cards or screwdrivers to shimmy it open. Next on the list is motion sensor lights that will illuminate any tricky stunt Clint might pull. Finally, you need an alarm system. I have a friend who owes me.”
With each item, Tonya mentally calculated the costs. Switching the locks was necessary. “I agree the locks need to be changed, but everything else is too expensive. What’s this stuff about me trusting you? I slept through the night peacefully with you by my side.” It amazed her she hadn’t awakened once during the night. Hard to remember when she slept that well.
His fingers came up under her chin tilting her face upward. His eyes met hers. His still looked sleepy, with the corners of his thick lashes caked with what her mother called fairy dust, but everyone else called crud. His eyes warmed as he spoke. Why women weren’t throwing themselves at his feet was a mystery.
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