Spicy Disaster

Everyone talks about finding the one that makes their heart skip a beat.

Personally, I’m not looking to develop any heart problems.

I definitely don’t have to worry about developing any when it comes to the one man who knows how to get on my every nerve.

Odin Mayer is the most offensive, black-hearted, no-good, very-bad, surliest man I’d ever met.

He was Grumpy with a capital G, a biker to boot, and never missed a chance to make me see red.

Just as I’m convinced there’s no good side to Odin, he shows me differently, saving me when I didn’t ask him to.

And, of course, I have to spend the next few weeks with him after we both get chosen for the same trial to perform our civic duty.

Jury duty was not on my Bingo card.

Nor was falling for the jerkoff.

But there I was, somehow lingering in the middle space between fuck you and I want to fuck you.

Odin knew what he was doing, too.

Teasing and taunting me at every turn.

Then he had to go out of his way to be a hero, and I forgot that I was supposed to stay away.