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She wanted me to fuck her the other night, but her mouth tasted of cigarettes and garlic when all I wanted was strawberries and cream. That’s what Charlie tastes like. Her mouth and her cunt are like eating fucking dessert.
“Let’s go.” I grab her arm as I start to usher her out. Kimmy is at the door, holding it open, a big smirk on her face. I don’t respond and keep pulling her with me.
“Wait, David, I need my purse and my… what about Cindy?” She jerks her arm. She doesn’t get free, which must confuse her as she looks at my hand.
“Christ, Charlie.” I shake her. “What were you thinking?”
Her head goes back and I’m trapped in the most beautiful golden eyes, the outer area encircled by a ring of dark green. Her long dark lashes flutter as she tries to wiggle free.
“Hey, hot suit… biker guy?” We both turn to Barbie, or I guess Cindy, who stands with Ryder frowning at her back. She holds out her hand; a large brown leather bag dangles from it. Charlie goes to take it, but I have a death grip on her arm, so she’s pretty much chained to my side.
“David.” She jerks again then rolls her eyes at me. “Please, let go.”
If I hadn’t been stuck in a pit for the last two days creating a drug that should never be back on the street, I might be in a better mood. As it is right now, I’m disgusted that I thought she was a good girl. I almost drop her arm. Why am I taking her home? She has Barbie, and they should go back the same way they came.
I don’t need any of this shit. I won’t have it. My goal is never changing no matter how hard my dick gets around her.
“David, you don’t understand. I had this handled.” Now I do drop her arm and Kimmy snorts and shuts the door going back around to the bar.
“Come on, please… I would never.” She turns to her friend. “Cindy, tell him how I had it handled. That I don’t lose.”
Cindy’s eyes get bigger, if that’s possible, darting from me to Ryder and back. “Ummm, I’m ninety percent sure she was going to pull it off. She has been drinking thou—”
“Are you insane?” Charlie snaps.
“Are you both insane?” I yell over the Clash.
“Do you have any idea what you’re dealing with? You two could have been raped.” I leave that hanging in the air as Cindy puts her hand over her mouth, her eyes filling with tears. “We only wanted to have some fun and I needed money,” she gasps.
I look over at Charlie, thinking she’ll respond the same way as Barbie. Instead, she looks me straight in the eyes. Her fucking puffy lips break into a small smile and she bursts out laughing.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl as I turn to Ryder who stares, his mouth gaping open.
“Holy shit.” He looks at me as he rubs his crew cut. “She’s fucking fearless.”
“I’m not scared of any of you guys. As a matter of fact, I’ll prove it.” She puts her hands on her hips and laughs again.
“Oh my God.” Cindy shakes her head. “She’s going to be horrified in the morning. Listen, I’ll take her home.” She grabs Charlie’s arm.
“No.” I cross my arms.
“No?” they both say together. Except Charlie has to bite her top lip not to laugh.
“I’ll take her.” I reach for her and am surprised when Barbie holds on.
“Sorry, but you could be a rapist too. So, as her best friend I have to…”
“Best friend?” Charlie looks at her, then at me, and again my patience is done. In one jerk her sweet-smelling vanilla body collides into mine as I propel her out the door.
“Charlize? Should I call the police?” Barbie follows and yells after us.
“Sweetheart, if you want to live another day, you’ll get in your car, go home, and pray you never see me again.” Ryder’s aggravated voice carries across the parking lot.
I drag Charlie to my new bike. I had a brother custom make it. He asked what color, and golden eyes flashed in my head.
I hesitate for a moment. What the fuck am I doing? This woman is drunk, clearly drama, maybe a slut. So, all the things I had thought she was… are probably not true. But even so, she’s something that haunts me. I’m drawn to her. Always have been. And that makes her dangerous.
“I’m fine, Cindy. Don’t call the police,” she yells over her shoulder, a happy smile on her face.
“You should go with your friend.” I rub my hands up and down my face trying not to smell her sweet vanilla scent. She’s like a delicious cookie.
“Umm, too late.” She points as Cindy’s car swerves out of the parking lot.
