Miss Apprehended - Miranda Elaine Page 0,2

blonde bombshell, but I refuse to be fooled again. I’ve been hunting this woman down for weeks, and every time I’ve managed to catch up with her, she has somehow managed to give me the slip. Not again. She missed her court date, and it’s my job to bring her in. I have something to prove, being the new guy on the block. I’ve only been on the job for two weeks, and I’ve spent most of it chasing this criminally deranged woman. True, her crimes consist mostly of bounced checks and small thefts, but the way she has managed to evade me these past two weeks only proves one thing—she’s a damn criminal mastermind.

“I’m not Tillie, you big oaf. Let me go. Now!” the crazy lady says while trying to turn her body toward me.

I press her harder into the wall with my body and groan. Fuck, she feels too good. She’s trying to kill me. I’ve been stabbed, beaten, and shot at plenty in my six years as a bounty hunter, but I’ve never been more convinced that someone was trying to kill me than at this moment. And she is using that smoking-hot body as the weapon. Fuck my life.

Funnily enough, I’ve never once felt this pull toward Tillie while I’ve been tracking her. But, now that I am up close and personal, I cannot help but want her. Everything about her is calling to me. Her voice, her smell—this woman is fucking intoxicating.

“Cut the bullshit, darlin’. I’ve been watching you for weeks now and you know it. I watched you walk in this door not ten minutes ago. I’m taking you in, collecting my money, and getting a good night's sleep tonight.” I’m so over this shit.

“God dammit, let me go. I am not Tillie.” She’s talking to the wall, but I’m mostly paying attention. “I’m Millie, and you are ruining my gig. My fans are expecting me up on stage any minute,” she says.

I take a look around this dive of a bar that smells like bacon and stale beer, trying to hold my smirk back. Grabbing the handcuffs around Tillie’s wrists, I spin her around to face me.

“Babe, karaoke is not a gig, and if you think it is, then we got bigger problems than a few bounced checks and some petty theft charges,” I say, taking in her curvy body, starting at the tips of her pink-painted toes. I want to pull those gorgeous toes out of the high-heeled sandals she’s wearing and take a nibble, but I know that, the moment she thinks I’m distracted, she’ll take off on me again.

My eyes make their way up smooth, tanned legs until I hit the hem of her pale-blue dress with white polka dots right above her knees. And damn, that dress perfectly hugs every curve of her body. My hand almost involuntary makes its way up to the long strand of pearls dangling around her neck. I want to pull her closer with them so I can smell her again or maybe run my tongue over her plump, pink-stained lips. Big, angry, bright-blue eyes snap me out of my lust-fueled fog. Fuck. This girl is fucking gorgeous, and I immediately know I won’t be taking her in right away.

“You’re new around here, aren't you?” she snaps at me, the ice in her blue gaze freezing me.

The corners of my mouth tip up in a barely there smile. God, I love a sassy woman.

She leans her upper body closer to me until our noses are almost touching. “Get your sexy ass on the phone with Manny now. Go on. Call your boss. He’ll tell you. You have the wrong girl,” she says, her breath ghosting across my lips.

I couldn't disagree with her more. I have the right girl, and I cannot wait to get her home and into my bed.

“You think I’m sexy?” I smirk down at her.

Her eyes narrow, making a small wrinkle appear between her eyebrows, and I can’t help but chuckle. She’s fucking adorable.

“Get Manny on the fucking phone right now, whatever the hell your name is. You’re keeping my fans waiting,” she snarls out two inches from my face.

“Babe, my name is Jake Blackwood, and the last thing I wanna do right now is call Manny.”

Her eyes flutter closed, and I feel her breath hitch against my chest. I softly brush my lips against her bottom lip. A low growl rumbles in my chest, and I know that this is