Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

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Wait a second. Wasn't he always the cold, untouchable type before?

Yeah, that look of his just one icy glance and you'd freeze on the spot. He was the guy who could silence a whole room just by walking in.

That was Susanna's impression of Hull.

Dangerous. Severe. Unapproachable.

He seemed like the kind of man who didn't have feelings. People around him either thought he had some health problem or was just completely uninterested in, well, anything romantic. Zero needs.

And yet, this guy-this absolutely straight-laced, all-business man—just leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Make sure you're squeaky clean..."

Susanna sat at the kitchen table, stunned into silence for what felt like forever.

By the time she snapped out of it, Hull was already gone.

Her face was burning red-way redder than she'd ever let anyone see.

Of course, that's when Barnaby and Silas walked in. Just perfect timing.

Barnaby couldn't help himself. "Whoa, somebody's got spring fever over here—”

back of the head. Loud enough for a sharp "whack!" to echo off the

the hell

mouth this afternoon, there'll be consequences," Silas

a filter. Silas had threatened to hand him over to Dr. Finley the other day-no one knew what kind of wild punishments the doc would come up with. The boss,

didn't even

sheepish and a

it been

his face clouding over.

replied, hands on his hips, "and you're still spouting

like he was a

Susanna, meanwhile, was still

comment her face getting ev redder. She joined

chewing Barnaby out, he turned to Susanna with

cheeks flare even

after that, Silas and Barnaby had been

something. They'd definitely heard what

everyone in Hull's crew called Susanna "ma'am." Everyone except Barnaby, of course, who insisted on calling her

often wanted to duct tape

she managed a polite "yeah" for Silas. Barnaby, though, got

says Barnaby's supposed to stay here with

Susanna blinked. "What? Seriously?"

No, please no.