Page 9 of Wicked Delivery

Oh no! The neighbor’s old, half-dying tree is finally falling!

Brief panic hit me like a freight train as the thunderous sound of the falling tree crashing down in front of us blocked out the noise of the wind and rain. When it was silent, I was almost afraid to go look.

“Let me grab my coat and walk out with you,” I told the delivery guy as I opened a side closet.

He stood there in the doorway, his eyes focused outside as I slipped on a coat. I sighed as I stepped next to him, aiming the flashlight out the door. I walked through the open door, and he was right behind me. I heard the door close, and then his footsteps were next to mine. When we got to the edge of my SUV, I could see his car behind it, and I sucked in a breath. The tree had completely blocked not just my driveway, but half the cul-de-sac. He reached for the flashlight, and I handed it to him. He rushed to his car, checking it over. There was one branch thathad broken off and landed on his roof, but it didn’t look like it had done any actual damage to the body or paint.

He walked back over to me and held the light out.

“Is your car okay?” I asked loudly since the wind and rain were deafening out here.

He nodded. “Looks like it.”

“Well, you’re obviously not getting out anytime soon. Why don’t you come back inside and you can stay until we figure out what’s going to happen next?” I turned and walked up to the house.

The idea of a super-sexy man stuck at my house, all alone with me—with the power out, no less—had my mind racing.

Please don’t turn out to be a serial killer,I thought to myself as I opened the front door and walked in, holding it open for him to come back inside.

Once we were both in the house, I shut the door, kicked off my shoes, and hung up my coat.

“If you don’t mind, please take off your shoes and coat. Just don’t want you to drip a bunch of water through my house.” I held my hand out for his jacket.

“Sure thing, baby girl,” his deep voice rumbled at me as he stripped out of his leather jacket and placed it in my hand.

It was heavy, so I knew it was the real deal. I hung it up as he took off his shoes, and I grabbed the pizza box.

“Well, I do have this delicious pizza, and it’s just going to get cold if it doesn’t get eaten soon. I’m sure you’re sick of having them, but there is plenty here for two.”

I walked down the hall to the kitchen and set the box on a countertop. My new guest followed me as I clicked off the flashlight and grabbed a wineglass from the cupboard. Then, it hit me. I didn’t even know his name.

“Do you drink wine, Mr.…” My voice trailed off as I looked over at him.

He leaned on the countertop. And damn if my stomach wasn’t fluttering away at the sight of his muscled arms with tattoos and veins peeking out from his T-shirt.

“Kain. You can call me Kain, baby girl. And, no, I’m not into wine. Do you have anything harder?” His deep voice filled the quiet room, and my pussy clenched.

You have got to get it together, Alexandra. You are acting like you have never been around a man before.

“Kain,” I said in acknowledgment. Then, my eyes locked with his.

His head cocked to the side, like his name sounded completely different when rolling off my tongue.

Shoot, did I pronounce it wrong?

I was about to panic and apologize when he spoke.

“Lexi,” he said back with a smirk. He ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face.

Fuck, the makeup was so damn crazy and sexy, all at the same time. He met my gaze, and I couldn’t help myself as I let my eyes wander down his body before snapping back to his.

He chuckled at me. Obviously, he’d caught me checking him out.

“Like what you see?” He leaned back away from the counter, showing off more of his torso in the flickering candlelight.

“I am so sorry. I am being a horrible hostess. Let me check. I should have some whiskey.”

I pivoted on my heel and walked over to a cabinet. Bending down, I opened the door and felt around toward the back. The entire time I was reaching for the bottle of Jack I knew I had in here, I could feel his eyes on me. Like a predator hunting its prey. And it fucking excited me, knowing he was watching me. But I would not show him that.