but the asshole can’t be trusted, as far as I’m concerned. “This girl must be pretty important.”
“Yes, well. You call me if anything changes.” The lack of response is far from reassuring, placing me in a very precarious position for having lied to his face.
“Will do.” Clicking out of the call, I ease back in my seat, contemplating the consequences of my choices. Namely Frannie, as she would suffer the brunt of it, should Julio become privy.
The girl loads up her sleeping bag into the piece of shit truck that looks like it’s on its last leg. Turning her down tonight was probably the most dick-numbing thing I’ve had to do all week, but with Julio’s sudden interest in the girl, shacking up with the next potential target doesn’t sound like such a good idea. Particularly if I end up having to turn her over to him at some point. For now, I’m curious enough to keep her under wraps.
She takes her time arranging her belongings in the truck, and through the back window, I see her scoot over to the driver’s seat.
The faint sound of an engine refusing to turn over leaves me inwardly groaning.
I crack the window down beside me, and the muted hum sharpens into the chug chug chug of a truck that won’t start.
Goddamn, this woman is a walking disaster.
Flailing arms signal what I’ll assume is a small tantrum, before she falls forward and rests her head against the steering wheel.
A minute, or more, passes, and she climbs out of the vehicle, arms crossed over her chest, only pushing those distracting breasts of hers further up toward the dip of her tank top. Coming to a stop just outside my door, she seems to fidget, looking everywhere but at me, until I roll the window down entirely.
“Won’t be going anywhere tonight. Sorry. It’s misfired a couple times now. Not sure if it’s the distributor, or what.” Lips tight, her brows wing up. “Looks like I’ll be staying, after all!”
That’s not an option. She has no idea I just bullshitted one of the most dangerous men in all of Louisiana for her. One who might just decide to have someone pay me a visit at the club to test my loyalties. Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened.
“Grab your things. I’ll drive you.”
“Where?”
“A hotel.”
“Hotel? I don’t have the extra cash to drop on a night in a hotel, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“I’ll cover it.”
With an ungracious snort, she shakes her head. “No thanks. The last thing I want is a favor from you.”
“I’m giving you a choice: either grab your things and get in the truck, or I’ll do it for you. And by that, I mean I’ll throw your kicking and screaming ass in the truck, and leave your belongings here.”
Stubborn will flickers across her face, and I’ll be damned if she isn’t about to challenge me again. “What about my truck?”
“We’ll have it towed to a station. My treat.” With Aric snooping around, the better idea would be ditching the truck and its traceable plates.
The longer she stands outside my door, practically pushing her tits in my face, the harder it’s going to be to keep my dick tucked inside my pants.
“Fine.” With a stride that’s more anger than determined, she heads back to her vehicle to gather up her things, and I take a moment to cup the bulge between my thighs. Every night, I watch half-naked beauties seduce men like their lives depend on it, and in some cases it does, but something about this one has got me wound tight. Every time I’m around her, it feels like my composure is about to snap like a rubber band.
After slipping her backpack over her shoulder, she yanks her sleeping bag from the cab of the truck, tugging hard when it doesn’t give at first.
When she anchors her foot against the driver’s seat, I shake my head, knowing what will come. Sure enough, one hard tug sends her flying back onto her ass.
Amusement escapes me on a somewhat callous chuckle.
Angrier than a hornet, she storms toward my truck, and I have to clear my throat of a laugh, at the sight of her furrowed brow and bunched shoulders, over which she has her sleeping bag slung. By the time she throws back the passenger door of my truck and climbs inside, the girl is dripping sweat and probably so irritated with life, she could punch something.