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She’d agreed that she would like to be friends with him. She’d never had a male friend before, so it was kind of exciting to be able to talk about Race and get a male’s perspective of things.
Charlotte slowed down to let someone pull out of a parking spot in front of Bling Boutique. Glancing over, her stomach dropped when she spotted Race coming out the door, a huge smile on his face, laughing. Looking back inside, she could see Race’s next door neighbor smiling at his back. The way she looked at him told Charlotte the woman was falling for Race.
Fuck. No. That won’t do.
She quickly sped up behind the car she’d let out so Race didn’t happen to look up and see her there. She circled the block and came back to find a parking spot several spaces down from Bling Boutique.
“If that bitch thinks she’s going to take Race away from me, she’s got another thing coming.” She tossed her purse to the floorboard and pocketed her key fob. She locked the door behind her and hopped out.
She yanked the door open, the annoying tinkle of the bell alerting everyone to her arrival. What the fuck was up with that damn bell? Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on the bitch behind the counter. She waited for the other employee to walk away before approaching her.
Without preamble, she marched over to the counter and slammed her hands down on the counter. “I thought I told you to stay away from Race.”
Bellamy frowned and looked at her like she was crazy. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw Race in here and the way you were flirting with him.”
“In case you haven’t noticed this is a place of business. People come in off the street all the time to shop here.” She spoke to her in a slow manner, emphasizing each word like Charlotte was a simpleton. “Race happened to be one of them today.”
“Stay away from him or else.”
Bellamy crossed her arms over her chest and smirked. “Or else what?”
Charlotte’s temper exploded. Before she even realized what she was going to do, she had thrown her fist out, punching Bellamy in the face, right beneath her left eye.
Bellamy gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she stumbled back a step. Feeling she’d made herself clear, Charlotte smiled wide and sashayed out the door. She hopped in her Jeep, backed out of her spot and headed out to continue with her business.
“God, that felt good.”
9
The sound of his cellphone ringing pulled Race from a very steamy dream he’d been having about Bellamy. She’d been on her knees, her hand wrapped around his hard cock, getting ready to take him in her mouth. The phone kept ringing and he couldn’t ignore it no matter how badly he wanted the dream to continue. It could be about his kids or a problem with the club.
He reached blindly for the phone, pulled it off the charger and answered. “ ’lo.” His voice was deep and gravelly to his own ears. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Hello?”
“Race? It’s Bellamy. I’m sorry to bother you, but my car won’t start and I need to get to work. Can I bum a ride?”
“Um. Yeah. Sure. What time is it?” He threw his legs over the side of his bed, his feet to the floor.
“8:40.”
“Fuck.”
“I’m sorry. I should probably just call a cab or something. I shouldn’t have bothered you so early.”
“Wait. Don’t hang up. Give me ten minutes and meet me outside.” He disconnected the call, dropped his phone on the bed and scrubbed his face with both hands. He’d gotten to bed late thanks to an unexpected trip into Denver for a part for one of their generators at the club in preparation for the expected snow storm. Everyone else was busy, so he and Jed made the trip. Of course, they hadn’t needed to stop at Bottom’s Up for a beer once they hit town, but Jed had a very convincing argument. His dick was lonely and needed some attention. When that didn’t immediately work, he’d given him the most ridiculous puppy dog eyes and told him that if the storm came in, he wouldn’t be getting any for a while.
To which Race replied, “Seriously? You can’t go a few days without pussy?”
“Well yeah, but why? If it’s there, why not tap it?”
Race saw the logic in his argument and pulled into Bottom’s Up.
“Who is calling at this ungodly hour?” A woman’s voice coming from behind him in his bed drew his attention.
He stood up and turned around. Charlotte? “What the fuck are you doing in my bed?”
“You don’t remember telling me to swing by after I got off work?” She rolled over and sat up, the covers slipping far enough to reveal her ample tits. She brushed her messy blonde hair out of her face and looked up at him.
