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Her friend giggled.

“Hey, I’m Hustler. And you are?” I smiled at the chick. She had piercing light blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds. She did nothing for me, further proof I was in deep with Nurse Naughty. Speaking of…

She stopped abruptly and faced me. We were mere inches apart. When she wasn’t wearing spikey heels, her forehead was at my lips. Dammit, I wanted to kiss her. She might be of average height to my six-foot-two frame, but there wasn’t anything else average about her.

“Did you know it’s rude to try and pick up a girl in front of one you’ve already screwed?” She glowered. I didn’t miss the tartness in her voice. Was it jealousy? Perfect, I might have a chance.

Wait, what?

“I’m not trying to get with her.” I gripped Nurse Naughty’s waist and pulled her toward me. Her magnetic lure turned me into her personal puppet. “I’m just being friendly.”

“Sure. I know your game.”

“No, you don’t,” I bit back, not liking the feelings she spurred in me. Feelings of unworthiness, like she thought little of me. “What time do you get off so I can show you who I really am?” I searched for her badge to find out her name, but she wasn’t wearing it.

“When my shift ends.” She cocked her head.

“Give me a time, baby. I’ll pick you up.”

She shook her head. “I told you the last time—it was the last time.”

“Let’s start over.”

“What?” She screwed up her pretty face.

“I want to date you.”

“You’re crazy.” She laughed and pushed my hand off her. “I need to get to work. Go find some other chick to charm because I’m not interested.”

“Wait.” I grabbed her arm and reeled her toward me.

She gasped when our bodies collided, lust sparking in her eyes. My cock jumped when her teeth dug into her bottom lip. She’d made the gesture before, right before pouncing on me. She wanted me, fuck yes, she did.

“I mean it, Hustler. I don’t date or do relationships.” Her iron walls shot up like a fortress around her. “You know I have a three-date limit.”

Those were the words I hated hearing.

“I don’t care. I want to see you again.” Why did she have to be so stubborn? Couldn’t she feel the connection I felt? The all-consuming positive energy? It went beyond sex. I saw that now. Being with this gorgeous woman made me happy.

“Too bad, playboy biker. It isn’t happening.” She tugged her arm away, grabbed the friend’s hand, and they hurried toward the building like the Boogeyman was after them.

There went the positive energy, the hope that maybe, just maybe, she’d give me a chance. I wouldn’t run after her and make a bigger fool of myself. She clearly didn’t want anything to do with me.

It hurt, but whatever. She could be saving me from myself.

I didn’t really believe I could commit to one woman. Did I? Could I actually give up the freedom I lived for and fought to keep?

Yes, I wanted her that fucking much, but I couldn’t force her to be with me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, couldn’t move or breathe until she went inside.

Why had fate put her in my path if all she’d do was reject me?Stop overthinking the situation.Pushing me away was exactly what I needed to get her out of my mind once and for all.

Bye-bye, Nurse Naughty.

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Hope

I thought seeing Hustler the other day had been my worst day ever. It didn’t come close to how I felt right now, utterly nauseous and on the verge of fainting. Thank goodness no one else was in the break room.

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