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It made me wonder how far that piece traveled up her leg. Was she tatted on both, between them… This girl was an enigma to me despite whirlwinding through my fucking life.
She got to my table, a silver hoop looped around her nose. I’d gotten my nose pierced two summers ago, but my dual hoops sat close to my nose. She eyed me. “So—”
I raised a hand. We’d talk but on my terms. “Take a seat, Fawn.”
A familiar red hit her entire face, her freckles across her arms and along her chest too. She’d turned red there as well, the swell of her full tits cherry red.Are you tatted there too, Red? Somewhere…
She shoved herself into the booth with a huff, but as I didn’t want her there, I told her to come around to me. Her head snapped back. “You’re kidding.”
I wasn’t, fighting the grin when I waved a hand again. I wanted her to know she wasn’t in charge here. She’d had a mouth last night and needed to know where we stood.
Obviously seeing I wasn’t kidding, Fawn forced herself out of the booth, her camera bag in tow. That thing clearly didn’t go far from her.
I fought the growl, not giving Fawn much room when she slid in beside me. This wasn’t hard to do considering my height. My feet reached the opposite side of the booth as well as the one behind it.
Because of that, Fawn had to tuck those full hips right up against me, and the build of this girl I definitely tried to ignore. I liked chicks I couldn’t snap in half with my dick. I was big everywhere, tall, and with the mouth she had on her, the fucker in my pants couldn’t help but be a little hard. Girls with a little lip got the freak shit inside me flying like nothing else.
Mostly because they were so very fun to break.
Ms. Fawn Greenfield would definitely be a project and something else I ignored was that sweet syrupy shit she wore. Reminded me of the flowers on her arm, which made me think about the other tats thatweren’ton her arm. Where they might all be…
I got the menu. Eating food was better than fucking thinking. “Hungry?”
“What?”
I fought the lift of my eyes. Might as well get used to this shit with her.
“Hungry?” I asked again, my eyes peering over her. Like the rest of her, she had freckles on her mouth, and I noticed them again today because she didn’t wear her lipstick. No doubt because I smeared the shit out of it last night. I smirked. “You hungry? If you haven’t noticed, it’s breakfast time.”
I was fucking famished. It took a lot to fill this fucker up known as my body, and it’d been known to betray me when I didn’t take care of it.
Fawn rocked back after what I said and hadn’t been shy when she flipped her hair out and hit me with it. A noise left my chest, and I noticed the slow smile on her lips.
That’s your last one of those, Red. I hope you enjoyed that shit.
She was testing me too, and I told myself this was a good thing. This was a great thing actually. She needed to be a certain personality type for what I needed.
I made myself believe it, simmering beside her.
“Actually, I’d like to get on with whatever the fuck this is.” Folding her arms, she faced me. “Why I’m here?”
She knew exactly what this was as I’d threatened her ass last night.
Her loss on food, I guess.
The call button had a guy out here. Jax’s was a fast-food restaurant but they did tableside service. My buddy’s dad owned it, culinary stuff the man’s specialty. Because he did, I got free shit whenever I wanted at any of the chains across the country.
I put in for two full stacks, and when Fawn gave me a look, I added a third set of pancakes. Like stated, this fucking body needed food.
“You’re free to share if you change your mind,” I told Fawn after the guy left with my order, and Fawn sneered.
“Hard pass.” She eyed me, feeling like she had the right, and I had to say, it did surprise me she was so mouthy. I thought getting her to see the light last night would have been a little easier, and something told me I could have waited a little longer with Thatcher and Wells. I’d watched them for a second with her before coming in, and she might have been able to hold her own.
At least for a few seconds.
I’d never given her the opportunity, of course, a smirk on my face when I folded my hands. “So, I take it Pembroke doesn’t know about your history with drug and alcohol abuse,” I stated, her kryptonite, and I knew that immediately.
Her whole body was red now.
