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“Um… It’s not that far.” That much I knew, but I couldn’t think of my home address or how to get there.
“Yeah right, you could’ve gotten yourself home,” he said with a huff and backed out of the parking lot.
My head started to spin with the movement of the car. I closed my eyes and sank into the headrest. The last thing I remembered was hearing a soft melody on the radio before all the lights and sounds dimmed and then went out like a light.
Chapter 4
Jeb
The smell of the vape calmed me as I took a long puff from the end. I sat in a chair, staring at the sleeping beauty in my bed for about two hours, wondering when she would wake up. I took another puff from the vape, placed it down on the table, and stood up. I had arrived at my club just in time. If Fast Hands had his way, he would have taken her to the back of his SUV because the prick was too cheap to buy a motel.
I had heard stories of the way he treated women, and it wasn’t pretty. Fast Hands was rude and disrespectful, but we couldn’t prove he’d done anything criminal. We were suspicious that he was slipping drugs into women’s drinks, but when I scanned the videos, I was never able to find evidence of it. That’s why I called him Fast Hands.
I banned him from Club Elite. My bouncer and friend, Bruiser, looked out for him, but that didn’t stop him from sneaking in, especially when he knew Bruiser was off duty. Fast Hands was a trickster, and Tameka needed a man to treat her right. I brought her to my condo to protect her from him; at least, that’s how I spun it in my mind.
Light groans from across the room brought my attention to the bed. She shifted a little then sat up, grabbing the back of her head. “Sweet baby Jesus. What’s the name of the transfer truck driver that hit me?” she asked.
I chuckled lightly and waited for her to wake up completely so that I wouldn’t startle her by speaking. Tameka rubbed her eyes and looked around the room until she spotted me. Then, she leaped from the bed still clinging onto the covers.
“Jeb? What the hell? Why are you in here with me?” she tossed out the line of questioning with contempt.
I wasn’t surprised that she was shocked to be in my bed.
“Tameka, don’t panic.”
“Saying don’t panic is not a good way to stop a person from panicking,” she responded.
“You got drunk at the club tonight and couldn
’t remember where you lived, so I brought you back to my place because it was better than the alternative,” I began to explain the events of the night, and her eyebrows furrowed as she glared at me.
“Did you try something?” she asked, running her fingers through her disheveled hair until most of the brown strands were lying down once again.
Panic etched her delicate face when she sat back down and peeked under the covers. She sighed in relief when she noticed she was fully dressed and that the only thing bare was her feet. “Thank you, God. I’m still wearing panties,” she whispered.
“Tameka, baby, I wouldn’t fuck you while you’re drunk if that’s what you’re thinking. When I make love to you, you’ll be fully aware,” I explained.
“Fat chance of that ever happening,” she said and tossed me an irritated look.
“Well, I brought you here because it was safer than you going home with some loser at the club,” I quipped.
“So, instead, I went home with this loser,” she mumbled. “Good job, Tameka.”
“I can hear you, you know?”
She covered her mouth. “I didn’t mean to say that aloud. I—”
“It’s cool, Tameka. I know how you feel about me, but this isn’t about me. How do you feel physically? Do you still have a headache or anything?”
She looked at me, and her eyes softened. “Yes, I do, but I’ll live.” Tameka tossed the covers aside and sat on the edge of the bed. “This may be the first time a man didn’t try to take advantage of me while I was drunk. Unless you did and I don’t know it yet,” she stated accusingly.
“Trust me, if I had taken advantage of you, you’d still feel me all over your body.”
Her only reply was a long gasp that made her mouth snap shut quickly.
“But I didn’t do anything inappropriate. I wouldn’t. Ever,” I said. “The only thing I exposed was your pretty feet when I took your shoes off. You are untouched, unkissed, and definitely unfucked. If I had, Miss Tameka, you would know it.”
Her eyes drifted away from mine. “Well, thanks for keeping it rated G, Playboy Jeb.”
