She Who Dares: Excerpt #2

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It was Sebastian, and he wasn’t alone. ‘Morning,’ he said, handing her a large white box before moving past her into the flat. Nic skittered hastily out of the way as two complete strangers followed him in, laden down with stainless steel cases and general junk. ‘What is this?’ She clutched her towel more tightly.
                ‘Jeanie is a hair stylist, and Sam does everything else.’
                Nic didn’t dare ask what he meant by everything else. ‘Why are they here?’
                Sebastian settled himself down on her sofa and picked up a magazine from the pile. ‘They’re here for you.’
                Nic stared in bewildered astonishment as the two women introduced themselves and started to unpack what resembled torture equipment. ‘But…but…’ She glanced down at the box in her arms, as if she’d only just realised it was there. ‘What’s this?’
                ‘Your outfit.’
                ‘I have an outfit.’
                ‘No you don’t. I spoke to Ella last night.’
                He seemed in no mood to explain himself or any of this, simply sat there on her sofa looking long and lean and strong and gorgeous in battered jeans and a screaming red t-shirt with a prancing horse on the front. He leaned forward, tossing the magazine down and picking up another one, and it was then she saw the lettering on the back. And she couldn’t suppress a smile. ‘Team Nic, huh?’
                ‘I’ve got ‘mechanics do it with lube’ if you’d prefer.’
                A blush hit her cheeks, and the box nearly hit the floor. She’d have made a smart remark if she’d been able to think of one and if there hadn’t been two complete strangers in the room, both of whom were doing a very bad job of not laughing. As it was, an indignant ‘we do not!’ was the best she could manage.





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‘Please, Sebastian, just…’ But it was too late. Nic started to back away. The last thing she wanted was a photo of her in her ugly overalls with her hair in a state appearing anywhere anyone might see it. She took another step back, another, until her foot caught on something.

                She glanced down, then back at Sebastian, her heart pounding right up into her throat.

                ‘Nic,’ he said, green eyes fire bright and full of mischief. ‘Don’t make me come and get you.’

                ‘Don’t come any closer.’

                ‘Or what?’

                ‘Or this!’ With one rapid movement, Nic bent her knee and wrapped her fingers round the hosepipe that snaked past her feet. The water dribbling from the end instantly became a jet when she jammed her thumb over it.

                He swore as the cold stream hit him square on the chest, his arms flying up to cover his face, the roar of laughter from their audience booming in her ears. ‘Nic,’ he said, his voice low, as water continued to bounce off his chest and stomach. ‘Put that down.’

                ‘Or what?’ Nic challenged him, but she didn’t feel at all confident. All her bravado disappeared into a haze of dread as he lowered his arm and fixed his gaze on her. Her fingers trembled. The hose fell to the floor, flapping around her feet like a skinny yellow snake before finally settling down and sending a stream of water in the direction of the photographers.

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