[Deep Desires 01] • Post Mate

She's getting more than she ordered...

Elise

She threw her head back and groaned. Today was not her day.

People walk around with casts all the time, and it looks like brightly colored tape covering a completely normal limb. Elise was not that lucky. Deep purple and yellow bruising covered her arm in circular splotches, like some kind of skin disease in a Sci-Fi movie.

Wine could numb her pain—and her bruised ego. Confirmation came through that her delivery would be made in thirty minutes. Perfect, just enough time to take a cold shower and wash off the horror of the day before she drank a bottle of wine… alone.

James

No tie. No schedule. No boss. No quotas. No tie. No schedule. No boss. No quotas. His mantra actually perfectly matched with the rhythm of his feet on the pedals and the song blasting in his headphones.

He turned a corner down a residential block and eyed the house numbers, closing in on 5762. Delivery number sixteen for the day, a single bottle of wine. Rosé. Probably a mom of three facing dinnertime alone. James tore his headphones out of his ears as he jumped up the front steps and rang the doorbell.

The deadbolt snapped, and the front door opened abruptly revealing a mass of dripping wet blond hair. A beautiful disaster.

Don’t touch her. He knew once he started, there’d be no stopping.

Post Mate is a standalone short story (Racy Read) in the Deep Desires collection.

You will love this quick, steamy read with a fierce alpha, an outspoken heroine, a little pain, and a lot of lip.