Page 14 of Jake's Angel

The girls are about the same age as Sadie and heading to the diner entrance. Sadie is watching them closely but never takes her eyes off the hallway where the fiery blonde disappeared. Whoever they are, they’ve got her spooked for some reason, and Sadie’s hackles are standing at full attention.

Skyler looks to Sadie for answers, only getting a slight nod. Had I not been paying close attention I might’ve missed it.

“Friends of yours, Sadie?” Hawk asks, stealing another bite of food from the plate since no one’s paying attention enough to stab him away from it.

“Do they look like people I would keep company with?” Tilting her head, she glares at him. He chuckles, licking syrup off his fingers. It’s not the slightest bit sexy when he does it.

“No, I suppose not. Your newgirlfriendseems to be concerned by their presence. Why is that?” He probes.

She shrugs. “Why, because she had to pee at the same time three girls came walking in? Maybe her bladder was full, and she waited too long to go? Maybe she didn’t want to leave our titillating conversation.”

“I like the word titillating coming out of your mouth. It sounds dirty.” He smirks. She throws a piece of sausage at hishead, causing him to duck and for it to land on the table behind him.

The three teen-girl-movie look-a-likes head to a table in the far corner of the diner near the bathrooms. I excuse myself to find where our little blonde has disappeared to.

I pass the three girls, who giggle and gasp when I walk by, turning the corner in time to catchhertrying to make her way out the back door.

“Going somewhere?”

She jumps at the sound of my voice, covering her mouth to hold in her scream.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t sneak up on people.” She whisper-shouts, scolding me. I take a few steps closer, forcing her to back away from the door, boxing her in between me and the wall. Her breathing becomes ragged. The angel on her choker is bouncing with the beat of her pulse. I take it between my fingers, watching her as she searches my face. I rub the charm between my fingers. Her beautiful green eyes with their brownish gold flecks are full of fear.

“You afraid of me, Angel?” I ask, taking a step closer. Releasing the charm, I move my hand to the wall beside her head and my other hand goes to her hip, keeping her still. Her hands instinctively go to my chest, preparing to push me back, but I’m not moving. I watch as her fingers rub back and forth across my name patch on my cut. Her eyes follow them as she traces the stitching along the edges. I see her wheels turning. She’s contemplating her escape plan.

I brush my finger down the side of her cheek, the movement bringing her eyes back to mine.

There you are.

She shivers at my touch, or maybe she’s scared. Something’s got the girl panicking, but I’m pretty sure it’s not me she’s worried about here in the dark hallway.

Maybe she should be.

Her eyes are locked on mine as she licks her full lips. The gesture bringing all kinds of dirty thoughts to my mind.

“No,” her voice is breathy, making my dick twitch at the sound.

“No?”

She scrunches her eyebrows as she narrows her eyes at me. She can feel what she’s doing to me. It’s actually kind of cute the way she’s trying to come off as if she’s unaffected by me. The small spark that flashes in her eyes says otherwise.

You’re not fooling anybody, Angel.

“I, uh, needed to use the restroom.”

“That why you took your bag and are trying to escape through the back door without saying goodbye?” I tug the strap of her backpack. “Why are you running, Angel? Who are those girls?” She swallows hard, seemingly surprised I knew the cause of her abrupt departure.

“What happened? You steal one of their boyfriends at the club last night or something?” My attempt at humor does nothing but piss her off.

“What?” She makes a face of complete and utter disgust. “No. Club? What do you … I just …” she sputters. Lowering her voice, she whispers, “I have to go. So, if you wouldn’t mind.”

She tries to shove me, but I lean in further, pressing my hips into hers, crushing her hands to my chest, running my nose along the side of her neck.

Damn, she smells good. Like strawberries and syrup.

“What are you running from, Angel?” I ask again, bringing my face inches from hers. It's not right for me to be playing with her like this. I need to get back to Sadie and the club, but the feeling of her short, warm breath on my lips is causing all my blood and decision-making skills to rush south, making my cock and my ability to walk away harder.

I hear the hitch in her breath and know she can feel what she’s doing to me. Judging by the way she’s holding her breath and the flicker of lust in her eyes, I’m absolutely certain it’s not me she’s afraid of.

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