smile before I stand and brush the crumbs from my shirt.
“You don’t need to rush off on my account. Perhaps you’d like a coffee?” he inquires. I’d rather poke sticks in my eyes, but I refrain from telling him that.
“Oh, that’s okay. You have things to do with my dad and I’m off to do some job hunting,” I explain, which is the truth since I got fired this morning after the little incident with Mr. Handsy.
“I thought you worked over at Gary’s auto shop?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
See, that’s precisely what I’m talking about. I never told him where I worked and I doubt it’s something that ever came up in conversation with my dad or brothers.
“Yes, well, it’s time for a change. I’ll see you around.” I attempt to move away, but he blocks my path.
“Let me walk you out,” he offers. Before I can refuse, his hand is pressing against the small of my back, and he’s herding me toward the exit.
I don’t say anything as he escorts me out, biting my tongue so I can get away from him faster. He holds the door to the precinct open for me to pass through, but he doesn’t move aside, making me have to turn sideways to avoid rubbing against him. Just when I think I’m home free, he wraps one of his large hands around my bicep and halts my movements.
“I’d like to take you out to dinner,” he announces, something in his tone making it sound like I should be thrilled he asked me.
“Sorry, I don’t date,” I answer, attempting to pull free, but he just tightens his grip.
“Make an exception,” he commands.
“No, sorry. I’m just focusing on me right now,” I reply trying to keep my cool.
“What you need is someone to spoil you, to make you feel like a princess. I can do that—”
I cut him off with a shake of my head.
“Sorry, Garrett, I’m not interested.”
“I’ll change your mind. I think we would be… explosive together,” he tells me in a husky voice, raking his eyes over my chest.
And now I need a shower.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone…”
Older, blind, desperate, willing, I think, trying to come up with something less offensive. I’ve got nothing.
Pulling me closer, he places his lips against the shell of my ear, making me shiver in disgust.
“I don’t want someone else. I want you.”
“Look—” I start losing my patience, but the sound of my name being called has him letting me go and shoving his way back through the large wooden door, leaving me alone on the top step.
“Hey Raindrop, I thought that was you. What are you doing here and what did you do to piss off the captain?” Travis asks, stepping up beside me with a coffee in his hand.
I open my mouth to tell him his boss is a sleaze ball but decide to drop it. I don’t want Travis to get into trouble. I’ll just stay away from the station for a while, and he’ll soon lose interest.
“Well, it all started with a pair of tiny Tic Tacs…”
Chapter Two
Bates
Head down, ass up, just the way I like them, I muse with a smirk as I pull my cock free, rip off the condom, and spurt my cum all over her back.
“Clean up and get out,” I order.
The woman on her hands and knees looks at me over her shoulder with a frown on her heavily made-up face, but she’s smart enough not to say anything as I climb from the bed and walk naked to the attached bathroom. I catch sight of her in the mirror before I close the door as she crawls from the bed. She might have fake red hair and fake ass tits, but wearing my cum, she walks out of this room a winner.
Does that make me sound like an asshole? Probably, but there are a dozen club girls downstairs that would pull her pretty little extensions out of her head to take her place. She should be honored. I chose her.
Lacy—no, Lexi. Sexy Lexi—gets to brag to her friends about how she got dicked by one of the elusive Kings of Carnage presidents and, around these parts, that’s a claim to fame.
Lexi’s relatively new around here and quickly becoming a favorite for the guys among club girls because she’s game for anything. And fuck me, she has an ass that I could rest a bottle of beer on and a mouth that could put a