Tuesday Tales - Bone

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This week’s word Prompt is “funny”. We’re back with Athena in the second book of The Gods of DC Series.
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*Warning - there are adult situations and language.**

His gaze flickered from the woman on his couch to the clock as time ticked away. One automated system kicked him to another. His finger couldn’t spin the dial fast enough before he was sent somewhere else. Not once did a human answer the phone.
If a live, breathing being did finally answer the phone he was going to have a bone to pick with them.
A low moan tore Mack’s attention from his phone call. The blonde tossed and turned on his couch as she rubbed her face. She opened her eyes and glanced around his cabin. They were a beautiful sapphire blue and did nothing to calm the urges burning in Mack. If anything they made it worse.
She glared at him at him. “Where am I? And who are you?”
Mack set the handset back on the receiver and strode from the kitchen until he was hovering over her. He expected her to shrink away from him. He was an overbearing presence. Instead her gaze narrowed as she snarled.
“My name is Mack Bradshaw. You’re in my cabin. You crashed your plane in my swamp. Trust me. I didn’t invite you,” he told her. “And who might you be?”
His eyes fixated on the little spitfire’s mouth. Her tongue skimmed her lower lip. Her pale cheeks flushed pink as she scanned him from foot to head.He fought his instincts to kiss her until she was breathless.
“My name is Anna Lynch and I work for the Pentagon,” she answered. “What happened to my jet?”
Mack’s Brown creased in anger. The name Lynch pissed him off and it would until his fight. He huffed then sucked in a deep breath. He needed to keep his cool. Just because they had the same last name didn’t mean she was related to that son of a bitch Romeo Lynch even though she had to be from around DC. “Your plane is a flaming piece of shit. The fire trucks don’t get this far out into the swamp. Don’t know what to tell you, sweetheart.”
Anna sighed as she searched the cabin around her again. She seem to be formulating some sort of plan. “I need to reach my supervisor. I just need to find my…”
She patted her flight suit then rolled her eyes. “I left it in my purse at the hanger. That’s right. Fuck.”
Mack gaped at her them chuckled to himself. An attitude and a foul mouth? This might be his kind of woman after all. Even a better reason to get her out of here before he threw her over his shoulder and hauled her to his bedroom to get rid of the lust about to erupt inside him. “You’re welcome to use my phone.”