Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
There’s enough emphasis on the anything at all I totally get her drift. Now I just have to determine if I want anything at all from her or not.
“You got it,” I say noncommittally.
Her smile falters a tiny bit but I ignore it, concentrate on finishing my beer. She brings the check back before I do, though, so I hand her enough cash to cover the meal and tell her to keep the change. I just can’t seem to muster up enough interest in her to take advantage of what she’s offering.
I dawdle over my beer, taking my time. I’m not ready to leave, yet I don’t want to stay. The women all look the same to me; besides, they’re all busy working. It’s not like a strip joint where they’re putting on a show for our enjoyment. I consider hitting my favorite place and yeah, sounds like a good idea.
I drain the last of my beer, grab my keys, and stand from my chair.
And that’s when I see her.
Fucking Simone, and she’s wearing the same tiny pink top, except her breasts look a million times more fantastic than the other women here. Full, round, and fuck-me-standing nipples poking hard through the material, which gives me dirty thoughts of her twisting them erect before she came out here. Her skin is tan, silky looking, lickable. Flat stomach, almost cut, and flared hips. Tight ass.
She’s every man’s wet dream.
Been mine on a few occasions.
I stand, frozen in place as she leans over a high-top table where three guys sit, ready to take their order. Placing her forearms on the table, her breasts push together, making her cleavage totally fuckable.
All three men leer at her.
My feet are moving before I can even understand what I’m doing. I cut through the tables, my eyes pinned not on Simone’s ass and not on her breasts. Through the haze of red, they’re pinned on her face and that killer fucking smile she’s got leveled at those men as she flirts with them.
The minute my hand touches her elbow, she turns to look at me with surprise.
The minute my fingers curl around her arm, her eyes go half-mast with naked sensuality when she sees it’s me.
Fuck me, but that appeases me somewhat.
“What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I grit out.
Simone straightens and leans into me. Her voice is husky and low when she says, “Fancy meeting you here.”
Christ, I’m going to kill her.
I pull her away from the table, through the restaurant, and out the front door. She doesn’t resist in any way, and I can’t tell if that makes me happy or pisses me off. I take her through the parking lot, into the second row of vehicles, where I release her beside my Range Rover.
She just stares at me with a smirk on her face.
“Talk fast, Simone,” I growl at her.
“Not sure what you want me to say,” she throws back at me.
“Let’s try this,” I say as I motion to her scantily attired body. “Do your brothers know you’re working here?”
I see a flash of guilt in her eyes and I have my answer. Still, she defends her job. “It’s none of their business what I do. Besides…I need to make some money.”
I ignore that comment and say, “They would not like this.”
To my consternation, and to add to the lust I already have for her, she cocks a hip out and puts her hand on it. She then thrusts out her breasts and asks, “Why not? Do I look bad?”
“You look like you’re ready to get fucked,” I snarl at her, refusing to let my eyes drop to her tits. “I know for a fact they would not like that.”
“But you do,” she points out.
Truth.
And a lie.
I like it, but don’t like other men liking it.
“Tell me what the problem is, Van,” she purrs at me, taking a step into my personal space. Christ, she smells good. “Is it that I’m displaying something you want, or that I’m displaying something you don’t feel like you can have?”
Both. It’s totally both.
But I refuse to take the bait, preferring instead to just glare at her. It’s what I do best where she’s concerned.
She takes another step into me, her hand going to my belt, where she just dips her fingertips in to hold on to me. Tipping her head back, she parts her lips and whispers, “It’s yours if you want it.”
A wave of lust sweeps through me. An intensely erotic ache forms low in my groin.
Without giving two fucks who may come upon us, I’m on her. In the dimly lit parking lot, I press her into the driver’s door of my SUV and kiss the fuck out of her. Her hands dive into my hair, grip tight, and she tries to yank me closer.