Naughty and Notorious - Alexa Riley Page 0,3

snaps and scowls at me. She pokes her little finger in my chest and grits her teeth. “The first thing I’m doing when I get to your house is setting something on fire.”

There’s a glint in her eyes that says she means it, and I smile bigger than I have in longer than I can remember. “Then we should probably make sure you’re safe.”

With one quick move I toss her into the fountain, and the crowd goes wild. Before she can go all the way under, I pluck her out and toss her soaking body over my shoulder and carry her out of the town square like a fireman.

“Judge!” She beats on my back as I walk to the truck, but one good smack on her ass and she stops.

“You wanna go back in?” I ask her, and suddenly she’s limp against me. “Keep it up, Kitty. You’re worth fighting for.”

Chapter Three

Kitty

“What do you think?” Judge asks as he stares down at me.

I’m sitting at the giant kitchen island after Judge showed me his beautiful new home. Everyone has been talking about it for months, but no one has seen it. I thought he was building it for my sister. How wrong I’d been, but apparently I've been wrong about a lot of things when it comes to my new husband.

Water drips from my hair, and I secretly hope it makes a little puddle for him to slip on. It could make me a rich widow if he broke his neck, and I don’t recall signing a prenup. This is his second mistake. Judge isn't prone to mistakes, so I’ll be snatching up any I can get my hands on.

“I think you ruined my cell phone.” I hold up the phone my sister got me. It isn't like those fancy touchscreen ones everyone has, but it was mine. It was my first cell, and now it’s ruined.

“I’ll get you a new one. This one is junk anyway.”

I snap my head up at him. “Junk?” I whisper at first. “Junk!” I jump up from the high-top stool I’m sitting on and I’m the one that ends up almost tripping in the puddle. Judge manages to catch me before I can fall, but I smack at his hands to get away from him.

“Careful,” he growls when I finally get a good three feet between us.

That’s the farthest we’ve been apart since he put me into his fancy truck. I was soaking wet and probably ruined the seat, which made me smile. Any other time I’ve tried to get space from him he’s right there manhandling me. I hope the inside of his truck smells like mold in a few days.

“Junk. Of course you think it's junk because you can buy anything you like. My sister busted her ass because she was the only one that was allowed to get a job so she could buy us those”—I hold my fingers up to make air quotes—“‘junk’ phones because we can't stand the idea of not talking to each other every day. And because, well, we love each other, which is something I suspect you don’t understand.” I let out a breath, feeling better that I got that all out. It feels good to yell. I should probably do it more often.

“I’m sorry.” He actually looks a little sheepish, and I stand there in shock for a moment wondering if I misunderstood him. “I’ll have a new one here in the morning.”

“Of course you’re sorry now,” I sputter, unable to think of anything else to say, and his lips twitch. I turn around because he’s too handsome to stare at. I’m just happy I’m not turning into the lovestruck girl that I used to be when I heard his name or saw him around town.

That died the day he asked for my sister's hand in marriage. Though he really hadn’t in the end, none of this would have been a mix-up in the first place if he didn’t spend his whole life ignoring me. Is this how he plans to make it right?

“Would you like to get changed?”

“I liked the outfit I had on before I was tossed into the water like I was nothing more than a rag doll.” I turn back around to face him, which is a terrible idea. It’s hard to keep my anger when I’m staring at how hot he is. I hate how I’ve dreamed of his big body on top of mine, holding me close when I