Cassie must have slept at some point, finally taking a break from giving Parker the cold shoulder. One minute she was resting her forehead against the window the next she was being gently shaken awake. The car had stopped outside a quaint cabin, snow was softly falling, leaving a white blanket across a foreign landscape. Groaning Cassie wiped at her eyes, straightening her clothes as she looked around.
“Where are we?”
“I can see that numbskull; I meant where are we...as in which country?”
“Wow master of the one word response or what? Sheesh can’t a girl get a little bit of civilisation or is that too much to ask from a Neanderthal like you?”
“Would you stop calling me a Neanderthal!”
“Naww did I hurt your feelings? I’m sorry I didn’t realise I was supposed to be nice to the man who abducted me from my home and dragged me to England! Where it’s fucking freezing and in the middle of nowhere! Am I supposed to thank you for taking back to your cabin?
“I didn’t abduct you!”
“Yeah you did. But it doesn’t matter. We gonna go in or what?”
Thrown off balance by Cassie’s attitude Parker could only wave a hand towards the cabin door. Rubbing his face he collected his thoughts. Her hand reached for the handle, turning it easily before looking back at him.
“You don’t lock your doors? Do you show the same disregard for my safety as you do your possessions?”
“I locked that!”
“Clearly not. So forgetful as well as moronic, oh yeah I feel safe with you.”
Turning quickly Cassie stepped into his home shutting the door firmly behind her. The loud clack of a lock echoed across the distance. No. No she couldn’t have?! Parker crossed the space quickly reaching for the handle and trying the door. The little chit! Locked out?! Of his own home! Oh she was so dead.
“Let. Me. In.”
“How bout ...no!”
“Cassandra DelGardo you let me in this instant!”
“Oooh threatening. But you forgot to use my middle name, really adds effect. Oh and some kind of qualifying statement. You know the ‘or else’ aspect. Frankly i’m hurt you don’t think it important enough to threaten me with any kind of harm.” She sighed, the sound whispering against the doorframe.
“Cassie, please. It’s cold. And it is technically my house.”
“Oh very well Parky pants, but only because you said please.”
The lock tumbled back into place. Parker took a moment, collecting himself, cooling his rage. She was insufferable! Finally taking a deep breath he reminded himself that she was under his protection. He couldn’t touch her, much as he wanted to bend her over his knee and spank her till her butt was raw and her lesson learned. His cock twitched at the unbidden thought.
Grabbing a handful of snow Parker ran it across his neck, the icy water dripped down his neck chilling his skin. His version of a cold shower. A stray idea took hold as he scooped another handful of snow, moving quietly towards the door. Concealing the snow behind the door he pretended to be angry. Stalking Cassie until she defiantly played right into his plan. She faced away from him, presenting him her back trying to ignore how he’d intimidated her. Quickly he grabbed the edge of her jumper and dumped the snow down her back. Her girly squeal tore laughter from his lips, the first real laugh he’d had in years. She glared wildly at him triggering flashes of confusion and disbelief in a once stoic man. Already she was under his skin, her fierce response made him want her more but this wasn’t right at all. He was having fun? On a job? He had to get serious else both of them could get killed, and it wouldn’t be the nice and painless bullet in the brainpan. It would be the slow helpless death that Parker really did not want to happen to him. He rather liked his blood inside his body.
“Karma’s a bitch like that. You left me out in the cold so I brought the cold in to you. Now we’re even.”
“You suck! And I’m going to call you Parky Pants all the time now.”
“You do that and I’ll let you get shot.”