Page 49 of Ravage

He shook his head as he crouched down and looked under the chair. He moved to the next, and when he lifted it, I gasped, “Don’t let him get you.”

“It’s a mouse, Emery,” he grumbled, sounding offended. “You think he’s gonna take me out?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. It’s a disgusting little creature with no respect for personal boundaries.”

He laughed, and for a split second, the sound rumbling through his thick chest almost made me forget that there was a fuzzy critter running amok in my apartment. Almost.

I spotted him again and screeched, “There he is! He’s headed for the kitchen.”

“I saw him.”

“You have to get him!”

“I’m working on it.”

He slipped off his cut and laid it across the back of the sofa before stepping over to the chair. He eased it up on its side, checking under it before making his way into the kitchen. He found my broom and started poking it beneath the furniture. When the mouse bolted across the floor, I shouted, “Shit! Shit! Shit! There he is!”

“Jesus Christ, woman. He’s a little mouse.”

“I know he’s little, and for whatever reason, that freaks me out even more.”

“You might need to look into that.”

He took the broom and started after it again, and I couldn’t help but smile as I teased, “You aren’t very good at this.”

“You’re more than welcome to come do this yourself.”

“Not a chance.”

He jerked back the chair with a little too much gusto, and I gasped, “Careful! Don’t hurt it.”

“Don’t hurt it?” He glanced up at me with annoyance. “What happened to it being a disgusting creature with no respect for boundaries?”

“He is, but he doesn’t deserve to die for it.”

“You’re impossible.”

I watched as he crouched by the refrigerator, and I couldn’t help but notice how his T-shirt stretched across his muscular back. It made him look so manly and gruff, and his jeans fit in a way that made me remember why I’d spent so much time getting ready for his lesson.

The man was hot, and while he might’ve felt ridiculous poking around my apartment with that broom, there was something unreasonably sexy about it. He could intimidate half the city with just one look, but he was currently on his hands and knees hunting a tiny rodent in my living room. One might even say the rough-and-tumble biker looked domesticated, and I wasn’t sure which version of him I liked more.

Sadly, I didn’t have time to consider it. There was a mouse on the loose, and he was ruining any chance of me getting any real time with Ravage. He glanced over at me with a strange expression on his face. “Did you find him?”

“No.”

“Have you given up?”

“Is that an option?”

“No.”

“You could come down.”

“Not a chance,” I gasped. “Not until he’s gone.”

He shook his head, then grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch and tossed it toward me. “Here.”

“What am I supposed to do with this?”