"Oh my GOD!" I screeched, holding my hands against my chest, mouth agape. "Seriously, what the fuck?!"

He just chuckled, smirking that damn panty melting smirk.

"Don't laugh at me you….you…PERVERT!" I could feel my face flushing and my heart rate kick up. "How would you like it if I did that to you?"

A raised eyebrow. Shit...seriously I was getting pissed off.

"Didn't your momma teach you manners?" I put my hands to my hips and got into my Wonder Woman stance, waiting for my resolve to snap and send me flying at him claws out.

"Yes she did." He was laughing full out now, hands on his hips mocking me with a sarcastic scowl.

"That's it." I launched myself at him. I pushed two palms to the chest and he fell over with me straddling his chest. We crashed onto the sidewalk in front of the bond's office, his boots hitting the side step of the F-150 we had just exited. "How do you like it!?" I grabbed ahold of the general area of his nipples with both hands and twisted.

"Jesus!" He yelped, still laughing. "You have serious issues." He grabbed both of my hands with one of his and hauled me up to my feet with the other. I could see Lula and Connie, their faces plastered up against the office window. Connie had her phone in her hand and they were both laughing.

"PUT ME DOWN YOU OAF!" I kicked out my legs as he lifted me off the ground. "I am SO gonna kick your ass!"

"Oh stop," He winked. "You're turning me on." I growled and he smiled again. "I think you are turning yourself on, too."

"My hormonal fluctuations have nothing to do with you!" I wriggled and twisted to get out of his grip, but he held fast. "PUT ME DOWN!"

"Only if you ask nicely." He purred.

"Fucking shit head bastard mother fucking ass hole!" I shouted, my barrage of Tourette's like curses accented by me kicking his shins.

"Now that is just not nice." He mock scowled and set my feet down on to the ground, still holding on to my wrists. "Are you ready to calm down?"

"Eat shit and die." I seethed.

"I knew you were feisty." He winked again and reached around me; pinching my ass. "But you were the one who asked for it."

"I didn't know what it meant?" I pouted.

"How have you never heard of Tune in Tokyo?" He shook his head and pushed me up against the truck, my breath whooshing out of me.

"You could have at least warned me!" I could fee tears of anger and embarrassment welling up in my eyes.

"Oh shit." He dipped his head. "Don't cry. Come on, it was supposed to be funny."

"I don't think it's funny at all." I could feel my bottom lip jutting out into a pout and quickly sucked it into my mouth. "The whole neighborhood saw it….I'm gonna get a million phone calls about this by lunch."

"Beautiful, I'm sorry." His green eyes twinkling with a smidgen of regret, but a whole lot of mischief.

"Let me go." I said calmly. He nodded and released my hands, stepping back away from the truck.

I took a deep breath, watching him stand hands on hips and eyebrow cocked. He was waiting to see if I was going to break down into a sobbing mess. I didn't. Instead, I hauled my leg back and swung forward and made contact with the family jewels.

A strange gurgling squeak slipped out of his lips and his eyes rolled back as he tipped to the ground. I stood over him as he curled into the fetal position.

"Tokyo responded, asshole. Don't call them again." I smiled, turned and strolled into the office. I was met with laughter.

"You sure got him good, White girl." Lula gasped through her fits of laughter. "Mother fucker don't know what hit him."

"What was that all about?" Connie wiped her eyes and took a few breaths, trying to calm herself from her own chuckling.

"He tried tune in Tokyo." I shook my head, which caused them to burst into even more laughter. "Tokyo was not pleased."