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“God da bastard! Worthless piece of shit tin! You’re as useless as tits on a bull!”

More than slightly horrified by the filth spurting from her mouth, Aspen tried to rein in her temper, but it was like fireworks on the fourth of July Once it was lit, she was gone

Frustrated with the stupid car and her life in general, she pulled back her foot and viciously kicked the tire Pain shot through her foot as her toes connected with the unyielding rubber She grabbed at her foot, hopping around and cursing

“If this is a new sort of dance, I’ up with trends,” a low voice drawled

“Fuck!” she cried out, putting her foot down Turning sharply, she fell against the car, grateful it broke her fall At least the heap of junk was good for so post

“Shit! You scared me!” Her heart raced as she spotted the man who’d spoken

Handsomatic with dark hair, a firm jaw, and a five o’clock shadow, Joel Saxon could have appeared on any Sexiest Man Alive list He was dressed in a pair of neatly pressed slacks and a dark-blue shirt with the top button loose How did he always look so perfectly put together? Did nothing ever ruffle him? Did he ever walk out of the toilet and realize his pants weren’t zipped? Or put on his underwear on backwards? Or spill ketchup down his shirt while eating a hot dog?

Of course, he probably didn’t eat hot dogs Or water down his ketchup to et that last little bit out

He raised his eyebrows “I did call out to you, but you were too busy cursing up a stor a way to punish you for that mouth”

Punish? She kind of thought she’d been punished enough She sighed, trying to ignore her throbbing toes

Car, one Aspen, zero

“I’ to owe the swear jar half my pay” Trouble was that her mother stole all the money she put into it

“Oh, sweetheart I’d co as punishment than a swear jar And it wouldn’t be your pocket that would be hurting”

Holy shit He had to be joking, right? She stared at hiaze was intense as he stared down at her A tendril of heat filled her How could she possibly find that a turn on?

It wasn’t an empty threat, either Joel Saxon was the owner of Saxon’s, a BDSM club and bar And one of the sexiest and ible bachelors in Texas That is, if you were into being bound, paddled, and dominated

Which she was not, thank goodness Not that that did much to calm her libido around him He oozed sex appeal, and you’d have to be blind, du to see it

She always turned into a cluh tonighta car while calling it abastard

Oh, dear Lord

“Are you going to tellyour toe” He glanced down at her worn shoes, frowning slightly “Let me check your foot”

“What? No It’s fine” Her pride had takenthan her toes

He stepped forward and opened the driver’s door “Sit here and let ed anything”

He just waited Silently That wasn’t intiht of his stare With a sigh, she sat and started to pull off her shoe and sock