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“The man I know will meet us at the diner. Stop worrying. Let’s go.”

Perhaps against my better judgment, I moved closer and started walking with him.

The eeriest feeling washed over me, as if this accidental happenstance would alter my life.

How wild since this girl didn’t believe in fairytales.

CHAPTER 9

Zach

“Nice car,” Sara half whispered. She was shivering and it definitely wasn’t cold in my car.

I glanced over my shoulder, noticing she was rubbing the tips of her fingers across the dashboard and instrument panel. “I can tell by the sound of your voice you were expecting something different than a Charger.”

She shrugged. “Perhaps I was.”

“I’m curious as to why.”

Every time she laughed, my cock twitched. “Come now. My observation skills are excellent. You are an extremely wealthy man. I can tell by the watch you’re wearing. Don’t lie to me.”

“Fine, I can’t complain. What are wealthy men required to drive?”

“A Ferrari or Maserati. Maybe a Rolls.” She laughed again, having a good time making fun of those with money. Not that Icould blame her. Some of the most arrogant assholes used their wealth, lording it over others. Jerry was that kind of man, but his behavior had been odd even for him. Something felt off and I couldn’t quite put my finger on why.

“Well, I prefer something simpler.” I started the engine and she took a deep whiff of the leather seats before leaning back. I wouldn’t say she was content, but at least she wasn’t clawing her way from the car.

Women were truly the most beautiful creatures on earth. I valued their uniqueness and distinction, their temperament and resounding strength. However, while being able to appreciate and enjoy something so amazing, I usually couldn’t care less about their feelings. I hadn’t been brought up that way.

In every home I’d been forced into, the men had treated the women as if they were objects. The shit had rubbed off on me. I wasn’t like Xander, finally softening enough to allow something to infiltrate his heart. There was nothing about me that desired a relationship. Why bother? That usually led to heartbreak and a thinner wallet in the end.

Did that mean I couldn’t help a damsel in distress? Obviously not. I’d sensed Jerry wouldn’t leave without getting in his digs. In his case, I hoped he’d finally learned his lesson. Although I’d discovered his address and detailed information about him while waiting for my wild kitty to finish her shift. The longing to keep her protected was a novel feeling for me.

If I had to be honest with myself, I’d admit that was only part of the reason I’d stayed after closing hours. The other was entirely selfish.

I wanted her.

To control and conquer.

An invitation to the game would come much later if I deemed it appropriate.

It had been a hell of a long time since I’d felt so strongly about doing so. Finding someone to suit my needs had become more difficult over the years. Few women hungered for what I did. I couldn’t be certain Wild Kitty felt the same. She seemed so sweet and innocent on the outside, the costumes and intense dancing allowing her to break free from her normal shell.

Of course, I could be out of my frigging mind. Although… I was an excellent judge of character. My interest in her had only grown when I noticed her engine had been tampered with. If I’d taken the time, I would have located the reason, but I hadn’t wanted to alarm her.

My gut told me Jerry wasn’t the source, although he’d been told to scare her. I could tell the girl was hiding something and it wasn’t just what he’d said to her. That had been easy to ascertain. Perhaps I’d need to have a nice, long chat with him instead of the few words I’d said to him before.

She hadn’t offered her name and I hadn’t offered mine. It seemed the anonymity was desirable for both of us.

That was fine.

For now.

Her mood had changed, her eyes locking on the road and she remained on edge as I drove. Even her body was crowded as close to the passenger door as possible. When the diner’s bright, neon-lit marquis appeared a block away, she sat up. I had a feeling she was fearful I’d drive right by. After the night she’dexperienced, I couldn’t blame her for clutching her purse, ready to use it as a weapon. Something told me the girl could have a mean right hook.

I smiled at the thought as I pulled in. She was out onto the pavement almost the second I pushed the gear into park.

Trust wasn’t something she allowed herself to feel. Good girl.

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