Roaring for Him (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Wicked in Wilder Book 1) Read Free Page A

scrunched her nose, reminding him of the bouncing teen in the front of the store. Her daughter? No way, she didn’t look old enough to have a teenage daughter. “You see, there was a small mix up in the decorations and I’m a perfectionist. I’m more than happy to deliver them to the venue if you’ll just give me a time and place.”
    He knew where she could deliver them, though he didn’t think she’d be game. She was trembling for him, aching for him, but she wasn’t giving him that vibe. The one that said she was easy and open to whatever he desired. That was all right. He could wait. Hopefully not long, but he could.
    “I’m sure they’re fine. Are they destroyed completely or is the color off or something? Do they taste like shit?”
    Tilly’s eyes blazed, her arousal disappearing beneath a bolt of anger. “Like shit? Like shit? I will have you know nothing, nothing , out of Bless Your Tart could ever be described as ‘taste like shit.’ Ever. Even on my worst day.”
    Mitchell raised a single brow. Fuck, her anger was sexy. “But these aren’t leaving the store, and you’re not telling me the problem, so…”
    “The cookies… They…” She was beautiful all flustered. Hell, she was plain beautiful. He wanted to make her scream in frustration and then scream his name as she came. “They just…”
    “Hey, Tilly, I bet I can just flick these necklaces off. I doubt you’d have to start from scratch.” At Phoebe’s words, Tilly let out a groan and closed her eyes. If it’d been a happy sexy groan, he would have shoved the door closed and convinced her they needed to get naked ASAP.
    This one was pained. Unacceptable.
    “Tilly?” he murmured and took a step toward her. “Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”
    Her words, when they finally came, were no more than a whisper. “A new sister? Just one. I’ll keep the other one. She’s normal. ”
    That answered his question about the young Phoebe. He could deal with sisters. If it’d been her daughter… He’d have to hunt down the young girl’s father and kill him for touching Tilly.
    “Tilly, are you listening?” The teen padded into the room. “These pearls will pop—” The girl stuttered to a stop. “You’re still here. Why are you still here? Did she tell you about the pearl necklaces? Because I think they add authenticity.” She even nodded as she said it. “And since that’s what the bride and groom will be—”
    “Shut it,” Tilly snapped. That was damned hot. “I don’t want to know why you even think it would add authenticity to anything.”
    “Shaw— I mean Stacy said—”
    “Okay, first, you said it was Marcia who told you. Second, you shouldn’t be talking about pearl necklaces with anyone, let alone Shawn-Stacy.” Tilly glared at Phoebe and… Yup, there went his cock twitching, impressed by her fury.
    Which had Phoebe curling her lip and wrinkling her nose once more as she stared at him. “Could you please not get all bang-y while I’m standing here? I mean, she’s my sister . Gross. She doesn’t have sex. Ever.”
    “Good to know.” He grinned and ignored Tilly’s answering glare. She might not have sex now , but she would later. With him. Mitchell crossed his arms over his chest, quickly going through what he’d just heard. “What kind of pearl necklaces are we talking?”
    “We’re not talking about any of them!”
    Tilly’s shrill shout was overlapped by Phoebe’s quick. “These.”
    He took the cookie, cataloging the decorations in a quick glance. Red and black corset, tiny waist, exaggerated boobs. White droplets of icing…
    No way.
    “Where did a girl like you learn about—”
    Tilly snatched it from his hand and tossed it in the garbage. “I’m not having this conversation.” Tilly trembled. “I’m just not.” She shook her head. “Mr.…Mitchell, I apologize for the inconvenience, but if you’ll tell me the delivery address and when you’d like them brought over, I’ll