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That said, I don’t get out much so maybe they are full blown maniacs bringing destruction everywhere they go. I can only judge by my encounters and while I wouldn’t call them pleasant, they haven’t been bad. Cut and dry, to the point, I have the flowers ready, he drops his money, and leaves. The same process is rinse and repeat every week.

Moving to my shop front door, I unlock it to face the Monday crazy. I have been in the shop for an hour listening to my messages from the weekend and organizing my day into time blocks based on my deliveries already scheduled before evengoing to that door. It’s eight fifty-five in the morning when I turn the lock.

Three minutes later, I hear the rumble as it approaches and then stops in front of my shop. One minute after that, he is standing by his ride looking at his watch. At exactly nine am he struts in my front door.

Lifting his sunglasses up as he approaches, I fight back my smile. Why I want to smile when he comes in is beyond me. It’s like this weird subconscious reaction I have to him. I guess I like his loyalty to my shop. I really don’t know.

“Wrapped bundle of tiger lilies,” he states like he does every week while dropping a fifty dollar bill on the counter.

No matter how many times I tell him his total is only twenty-one dollars and eighty cents, he always gives me fifty.

“Got them ready for you,” I reply while turning to the display cooler behind me to retrieve the wrapped bouquet. “Would you like a card?” I ask swinging back around to him and waving my hand at my small enclosure card rack on the front counter.

“Nope,” he remarks taking the flowers from my hand. Our fingers briefly brush and this shock wave shoots through me at the contact.

I seriously need to get a life and a man. It’s been too long if a simple touch can light a fire inside me.

He steps back, turning to exit and like usual I call out, “Rogue, do you want your change?”

“Nope.” His last words before strutting right out of my shop and over to his motorcycle.

“I hope you have a great day,” I call out to the empty space around me.

Really, I do hope he has a good day. I don’t know what it is about him, but he never cracks a smile. Nothing about his demeanor or our interactions ever change. In three years I haven’t even gotten the tip of his lips in a semi-smile.

There is a sadness to his eyes that calls to me. For just a moment, I wish I could crack this solid exterior and learn something, anything about the man who apparently appreciates flowers as a gift for someone.

Once again, he leaves and my curiosity about the man only grows more with every passing week.

CHAPTER 2

Rogue

“Time to go,” I tell Twilah Jane as she’s draped over my naked body trying to catch her breath. I give her bare ass a slap for good measure. A yawn escapes me. Well, I have been up about forty-eight hours now, add in drinking last night, and the joint I smoked, sleep will be necessary soon enough. That won’t happen with her here, though.

Learned that lesson a while back. I always sleep alone.

“Do you mind if I shower here?” she asks raising up in the bed, her cheeks still flushed from our fresh fuck.

“Yeah, I do,” I raise my eyebrows at her, “I ever let you shower here?”

She sighs, “well no, but I thought since we didn’t come to bed until well a couple of hours ago and I’m sure they are getting breakfast going now. I don’t know what I’m saying,” she mutters defeated. Her shoulders slump. “You want me to go out there like this?” she whispers, then replies to herself, “never mind.”

“Don’t press your luck Twilah. No matter how good you suck cock, you got one place here and you know what it is.”

Visibly she trembles at her harsh reality. “We’ve been doin’ this pretty regular lately. I know you’re not wantin’ an old lady,I just thought maybe I could shower here rather than in the bunkhouse.”

I smirk, “don’t worry, Twilah, pretty regular just ended.”

She gasps. “Please, Rogue, I like it here. I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“I’m a dick, but I’m not a total dick. Your place as a club whore is the same. Just my cock won’t be one you taste or touch again. My bed, my shower, my space is never available to anyone else outside of the time it takes me to get off and decide I’m done. If any of the girls need to know, you should probably tell them.”

She nods while looking away the shame written all over her face.

I know she’s worried I’m gonna tell her to kick rocks because I can. If I do though, where does that leave her? On the street without a job, and not a clue as to what she wants out of life. She’s a good fuck and she stays in line when the old ladies are around. Hell, Tyrant and Blair have her babysitting their kid. I’m not about to fuck that up for them or her.

But I won’t let her be misled or fooled again that somehow she is close to me. My boundaries are well-defined and never something I will adjust for pussy.

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