Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I am.” I grin. “I’m fucking with you.”
“But why–?”
“Because I want to take you home with me, Erika.” Her perplexed face is absolutely adorable. I reach back and open the passenger door for her. “And I needed to make an excuse for you.”
“An…excuse?”
“To get you out of there,” I say. “I knew you wouldn’t want to leave with a man you just met. Even if he was disturbingly handsome.”
“Disturbingly?” she repeats, trying and failing not to smile as I maneuver her toward the open car door. It’s a dance—a slow dance being performed by two partners who are just starting to feel each other out.
I expect some more protest from Erika but get none. Instead, she simply goes along with me as I place one hand on her lower back and the other on her waist and guide her into the car.
She’s looking up at me with the most gorgeous, vulnerable eyes as I close the door and go around to my side. My heart is pounding inside my chest as the most primal part of my male side thuds with anticipation and desire. My hormones are raging as I get in beside her and pull away from the bar.
I notice now that she even smells wonderful. I don’t know if it’s her soap, her shampoo, or some kind of little splash of perfume she’s put on, but I can’t get enough of it. And in this enclosed space of my car—now that we’re no longer in the bar—I feel like I’ve just died and gone to heaven.
“So this is what you do?” she asks, turning a semi-accusatory glance in my direction.
“What’s that?”
“Use your assertive, manly rizz on young girls at the bar and get them to go home with you?”
Yeah, she’s got a lot of spunk to her.
“Rizz?” I reply with a scoff. “Excuse me, Erika, are you accusing me of being a player?”
* * *
Erika shrugs. “Well, what would you say to Michael Jordan if you saw him shooting three-pointers?”
A smile forms on my lips. We’re not far from my place now. I take a deep inhale of her scent and give her a cocky little shrug. “So you’re saying I’m the MJ of rizz, Erika?”
Erika just returns my smile, along with a shrug of her own, and turns her attention back to the road.
“So you said you guys know Jared? You and your friend?”
“My friend knows him,” she replies. “I was just along for the ride.”
“Drowning your sorrows,” I suggest. Again, she shrugs.
“Like I said, not a big drinker. It was all Sarah’s big plan.”
There’s something different about this girl—something I can’t quite put my finger on. And it isn’t the fact that I’m just nearly hypnotized by her astounding beauty either. I love the way she tosses everything I throw at her right back at me, but in the words of Shrek, Ogres are like onions, donkey! And I can’t help but feel like there’s a lot more to this girl, and I would love to get to the center and discover every bit of her.
We reach my house, and as I pull in, Sarah looks at it, then looks back at me, and gives me the eyes.
“So what do you do?” she asks. “Own a couple companies? Emerald mines in Africa? Run an international drug smuggling ring?”
“Come on,” I laugh. “It’s not that nice.”
“No? You should see where I’m living currently.”
“Well, I might be able to help you out with that actually–”
Erika quickly holds up a hand. “Thanks, but I don’t need a sugar daddy.”
My respect level for her instantly rises. In my line of work, it’s hard to count how many girls come to me looking for handouts—how many favors are offered if I could just please give them a discount on the rent. It’s happened so much that I’ve basically become numb to it at this point.
“I’m a landlord,” I reply.
“Ah.” Erika nods. “So the scum of the earth.”
“Oh, come on,” I say as I get out and go around to her side of the car. I tug the door open, snatch her by the wrist, and pull her to her feet. She stumbles forward, and her perky, teenage tits press against my chest. Goddamn I can feel just how perfect they are, even through the fabric of her shirt. “You girls love bad boys. Admit it.”
Her lips are perfection.
Her cheekbones high. Her eyes wide and innocent, staring back at me.
My blood is hot and racing through my veins as I reach around her and press my palm into the small of her back.
“No man in his right mind would ever cheat on you, Erika,” I tell her. “Even if that man was the scum of the earth.”
I see her starting to blush, which only makes her cuter. There’s nothing this girl could do that wouldn’t make me even more attracted to her.