" Why don’t you be a dear and carry this for me.” My tone was laced with anger, and he seemed to find it amusing. I tried to squeeze by him but he caught me around my waist and pulled me close, his breath warm as he whispered in my ear, “Anything for you sweetheart.” My heart pounded and my legs started to shake. I stayed in his arms a second too long and he noticed. I pushed him off me as soon as I saw that cocky smirk take over his face. “God you piss me off.” “Whoa, whoa. Did you just say ‘piss’? I’m not sure if that’s PG approved.” He laughed when I glowered at him and stormed away towards the parking lot. As "
― Molly McAdams , Taking Chances (Taking Chances, #1)