Clarity - Nicole Dykes Page 0,13
nods and shuts up. And oddly enough, I miss her voice babbling on.
“But you still like it?” Enough to get a tattoo of it. Even though I still have no idea what the rose has to do with the story, I’m not going to ask.
She lifts her shoulder. “At least she kind of made him work for it. And he was a surly bastard for everyone else but her. I kind of like that.”
I finish, and she looks down at my work.
“Thanks.”
I nod and start to tell her where she can pay, but she silences me.
“Pay at the counter. When are you finished?”
I look at the clock. “Ten minutes.”
“See you then.”
And sure enough, when I clock out and go up to my apartment, she’s waiting for me at the outside door. I let her in, and she strips off her jacket, tossing it to my couch like she lives here. “So, you want to do something different this time?”
I know I look like a frightened kid right now, my eyes wide. My palms are sweating so much I have to wipe them off on my jeans. She just snickers as she stands right in front of me. She doesn’t touch me though.
“Relax. I didn’t mean touching you. I mean a different position.”
“Oh.” My throat is still dry as I stare at her. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
That really makes her laugh as she pulls her shirt over her head again, and this time I do look at her tits. Because they’re fucking nice.
I lift my shirt off over my head, tossing it behind me because I know the game by now.
“First of all, I'm not fucking nice.” She kicks her heels off, and I take my shoes and socks off. “Second of all, I think that’s the longest sentence you’ve spoken to me, so congrats on that.” I make an irritated grunt, but she just keeps going as we both push our jeans down, kicking them away. She removes her panties, leaving us both fully naked. “And third, you’re a good lay with a big dick. And I've been fucking college boys who can’t find my clit for way too long.”
“You really are Badass Barbie.”
She laughs again, effortless and free as she looks back over at my bed. “How about doggie style? That doesn’t require eye contact or much touching.”
I nod in silent agreement as she goes to my bed and I follow.
She really doesn’t mind catering to my bullshit.
Or maybe I'm the beast to her beauty. Whatever, I'm just here for the ride.
I’ve been in St. Louis for almost a week, and I'm fucking bored out of my mind. I mean, surprise, surprise, right?
I’ve always been bored with my own existence.
I moved into the house my father bought that was already fully furnished. I started working at his company like I was supposed to. I’m a bitch on the outside, that’s how most people see me, but let’s face it, I’m really just the dutiful daughter doing what I’m told.
I don’t really go outside the box until it comes to fucking.
Somehow, that gave me a kind of control over my life. But it never changes much for long.
I’m annoyed by the hands on my hips right now, sliding lower and lower and then over my ass. He’s grinding against me on the dancefloor, but I don’t really want him to.
I don’t not want him to either though.
I’m dying to feel even a small spark. Some kind of thrilling connection that will wake me from my boredom. But this dumbass behind me with spiky hair and a button-down shirt?
Yeah, it’s not gonna be him.
I push his hands off me and make my way to the bar, ordering two tequila shots as I check my phone.
There’s a text from Mel that makes me smile. She’s sent a picture of Sean and her standing in front of their new apartment building. They look happy.
“I got it.” I look over to see a guy dressed in a black leather jacket and tight jeans paying for my shots.
He has short hair, almost trimmed to his scalp, decently built.
He could do for tonight.
“Thanks.”
His eyes glide down my body with absolutely no shame. “Wanna dance?”
I down both shots quickly and turn back to him. “Lead the way.”
We move out to the dance floor, and he doesn’t hesitate. Not even for a split second. His hands move right to my hips. Possessive. Hungry. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I place my hands on his shoulder and move