Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
He’d humored her last week. He could have broken her in half without losing a breath. But she was fucking adorable thinking she could take him on.
He shook his head. “I’m a big boy, I need to eat. You have food here, right?”
“What can I get you?”
“What do you recommend, Attitude?” he asked.
“You remember my road name. Good,” she said, attempting to hide her smile. “Well, the burger special is pretty good.”
Tank knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted his face between her legs. He licked his lips, the thought making his dick hard. “I’ll take that,” he said. “When you off work?”
“In half an hour. Why? Are you going to insist on walking me home again?”
He shook his head. “No, you can take care of yourself.”
She looked disappointed, scribbling on her pad, then headed into the back of the diner.
Why was he even here? He didn’t have the willpower to shut her down but knew it was pointless to try to take things to the next level with her. She wasn’t a club whore, so he couldn’t just fuck her and leave her. He had his suspicions she may even be a virgin, but that was only a guess based on her personality.
She came back shortly after with a coffee pot. “I put your order in. Do you want some coffee? It’s on the house.”
“You giving me special treatment?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m bad for your health. You should ignore an asshole like me.”
She turned over his mug and poured him a cup of coffee, ignoring his warning. “And I’ve already told you I don’t scare easily.” Bell winked and walked off to refill other customers.
He was already pussy whipped.
****
As soon as he walked into her diner, she froze for a moment. He didn’t belong there. He was the guy she saw a couple of times a week during her walks home. The man who invaded her dreams at night. It was stupid to fantasize about a beast like Tank. They were complete opposites in every way. He was twice her size and everything mothers warned their daughters about—not that she’d know that firsthand. Getting caught up with a man like him would be a huge, colossal mistake. He was a biker and probably only interested in a quick fuck.
The staff and customers always whispered about the club boys, saying they were bad news, dangerous, drunks, and wrapped in sin with a bow. It should be easy to just believe the rumors, but that wasn’t the kind of woman she was. Everyone deserved a chance to prove themselves, even a man like Tank.
She usually got a vibe from people whether their aura, the tone of their voice, or body language. Tank just made her happy. What could be wrong with that?
After he ate his food, he used a curled finger to beckon her over. The simple action did something twisted to her libido. She craved to obey, to become everything Tank needed. She shook the thoughts from her head as she approached his booth.
“Can I have my check?”
“I have it right here.” She pulled it from her apron. If she wasn’t so desperate for money, she would have paid the bill for him. The best she could do was give him the free coffee.
He reached around his back and pulled out his wallet, opening it up before slapping a hundred-dollar bill on the table. His order was only around thirteen dollars. “Keep the change.”
“That’s too much, Tank. Seriously.”
He ignored her, standing up to his full height. The man was like a mountain, making her feel tiny and delicate when she usually felt fat and frumpy. “You want me to walk you home? You’re getting off soon.”
No, she didn’t need an escort, but she couldn’t refuse him. The truth was she loved his company and missed him on the days he didn’t appear. He was like her little secret.
“Sure. I won’t be much longer. Do you want another coffee?
“No, I’ll be outside.”
She watched him leave, noticing how everyone turned to stare and whisper. It must be hard to be him, being judged just for coming in to eat some food. People should really stay in their own lane and not be so quick to slap a label on a person.
Bell had an extra kick in her step as she finished off her shift. Occasionally, she’d peek out the large windows out front to make sure his bike was still parked out front. The last time she looked, he was pacing while talking on his cell phone.
He may be a beast of a man, complete with tattoos and affiliated with a biker club, but the man was sexy, rough, and handsome. She’d never really had a serious boyfriend, but she was only twenty-three and had been working to support herself since before she could remember. With her alcoholism, her mother couldn’t provide her basic needs. It was hard being the kid with the shitty clothes and unbrushed hair in school. She never had money for field trips or cafeteria lunches. Her entire childhood was a shitshow, but at least she hadn’t let her past pull her into the abyss. Instead, she’d gone the opposite way, steering clear of vices, especially alcohol. Bell refused to become like her mother.