Ginger is something special. I can’t figure out just what makes her intoxicating, but she has me addicted. So I follow her into the townhome with the hope of making her as crazy as she’s made me. If she won’t lose her mind over my many foxy qualities, I’ll drive her insane in other ways.

“We want the same flooring in every unit,” says a short-haired woman in the kitchen. “It’ll lower costs if we buy materials in bulk.”

“Don’t you want to personalize shit?” Blackjack asks, sounding angry.

“If we did, would I have just fucking said we’re installing the same fucking fixtures in every fucking townhome?” the chick says, glaring up at him.

“On the rag, baby?”

The chick looks to Ginger, and I sense she wants the green light to hurt Blackjack. Whether she could take down my biggest guy, I don’t need our two groups getting violent so quickly.

“Be cool, man,” I tell Blackjack. “She wants what she wants, and she’s the client.”

Blackjack stares at me with his nearly black eyes. Then he looks at Ginger whose back is to me. I don’t know what he sees on her face, but I notice his fists tighten.

“Be cool, everyone,” I say and wrap an arm around Ginger’s shoulders. “We’re on the same side here.”

Ginger tries to shove me off her, but I’m a mountain to her mouse-sized shove. She nails me in the gut, which hurts a little, but not enough to prevent me from ruffling her hair as she walks away.

“Who the fuck is that?” asks the girl who loves the word fuck.

“This is Osiris, their president.”

“Osiris?” the fox asks.

“Yep. What’s your name, sweet thang?”

“Pepper. I don’t fuck men, so stop looking at me like that.”

“No worries, pumpkin. I’m only interested in fucking your boss here. I know a couple of gay chicks in town if you’re looking for a girlfriend.”

“I have a partner,” Pepper says, gesturing at a dark-haired, freckled face woman to my left. I notice this one looks more laidback, though she’s fingering her pocket where a weapon likely hides. “She doesn’t fuck men either, so stop leering.”

“You think everyone’s leering,” I say and walk to Ginger. “This one right here is the only fox I’m looking to get knuckles deep in.”

Ginger exhales hard, and I sense violence in the room. Her girls want to beat up my guys who mostly want to fuck her girls. Well, Blackjack just looks like he wants to leave, but he’s never known a good thing when he saw it.

“Here’s what’s happening,” Ginger says, sounding pissed enough to crush a pair of balls with her mind. “Anyone with a dick gets the fuck out of the townhome. They will get on their bikes and ride away. Later, they can work on the details. Those without dicks will stay to work on a list of repairs.”

“What about Glitch?” Camo asks. “He came with us, but falls within the dickless category.”

Glitch takes a swing at Camo who ducks and runs for the door. The rest of the men follow except for me since I don’t take orders from girls. Well, except for my mom and daughter, but every rule needs an exception.

“Your cheeks are so pink,” I say and run my knuckles across her face.

“Personal space, ape,” she growls and shoves at my chest.

I nearly feel sorry for her when I don’t budge. Ginger must have spent her entire life pushing around smaller men. She’ll need to adjust to this new, larger, and more impressive reality.

“I stand where I want and against the foxes I want.”

“Does your mother know you sexually harass women?”

“If you mean, does she know I put my needs above others’? Yes, she raised me to be a winner.”

Already addicted to Ginger’s pissed-off glare, I’ve turned into a kid with his first crush. Pretty soon I’ll show her I care by pulling her pigtails and shoving her in the mud.

Ginger takes a deep breath and holds my gaze. “You never asked about my sniper.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Didn’t you wonder who she was aiming at during our meeting?”

“Why was she aiming at anyone?”

“In case shit went wrong, and I needed to threaten you to get out of the situation.”

“I thought you’d have red hair. Isn’t that odd?”

“She was aiming at your mom, idiot.”

Rolling my eyes, I reach for her hair. “You weren’t going to shoot my mom.”

“No, I wasn’t, but my sniper would. Not that it would be her fault. You’d be the one who forced her to pull the trigger.”

“Bullshit.”

“Which part?”

“You didn’t point a gun at my mom.”

“I didn’t, no.”

“You wouldn’t have hurt her,” I state as a fact.

“Wrong.”

“Bullshit.”

“You already said that.”

“I don’t buy the tough bitch act. Messing with someone’s mom is evil shit, and I don’t believe you’re evil.”

“Wrong again.”

“Why fuck with someone’s mom? That’s too fucked up.”

Enjoying my anger, Ginger smiles at me. “I’ve seen men who torture their lovers and rape their children but will turn into blubbering messes when their mommies are in danger. That’s why I always threaten their moms. It’s a widespread practice in Little Memphis.”

“Well, this isn’t Little Memphis, and don’t ever fuck with my mom again.”

“Don’t force me to.”

“I didn’t force you to do shit.”

“And that’s why she didn’t get hurt. If you had fucked with me during the meeting, I would have given you a choice to back down or sacrifice your mom. That would have been on you.”

“You sick little bitch,” I growl and imagine someone pointing a rifle at my mom sitting on our porch.

“Does this mean you don’t want to sexually harass me anymore?”

“Don’t be stupid. I don’t have to like you to want to fuck you.”

Ginger’s eyes light up with rage. I instantly feel a smile on my face and a hard-on in my work jeans. The chick’s anger just sets my body on fire.

“You need to leave,” she hisses, losing her temper in a way I doubt she often does.

“I will, and I’ll also talk to my guys about showing more respect. First, though, you have to say the magic word.”

Ginger wants to hurt me. A violent rage blazes across her beautiful face. She also wants me balls deep in her. A horny-as-hell desire shines in her blue eyes. Mostly, I think Ginger wants to remain in control, and that just isn’t fucking happening when I’m around.

“Please,” she says, desperate for my tempting presence to leave her sight.

“One day, you’ll say that while on your knees, and I’ll give in then too.”

“Fuckwit.”

Laughing, I give her a wink before spinning on my heel and heading for the front door. I nod a goodbye to Pepper and her partner, Freckles. These women are more dangerous than I gave them credit. Except I now know they won’t attack unless Ginger gives them permission and she wants me too much to ever cross a line she can’t walk back.