Page 181 of Tainted Romance

Joints, alcohol, and chocolate. My night was looking better.

I came to a stop at her door. I hoped she was still considering her night getting better when I joined it.

I knocked on the door. I could hear her on the other side.

Please answer the door, Allie.

Just as I hoped, the door opened and there my blonde bombshell was standing.

I grinned immediately.

“Hey.”

“Um, hi.” She looked me up and down. “Ebony isn’t here if you are looking for her.”

“I assumed she wasn’t here when I saw Blake drag her off to the trees.” I grinned at her.

“Good, he took my advice.” She smiled. “Um, so what do you want?”

“What are you doing?” I rocked on my feet. Finally, I was able to talk to her, and she was talking back.

“Um.” She scratched the back of her neck looking like she didn’t want to admit to what she was doing.

“Apart from deciding to open a second bottle of vodka or not?” I added.

She sighed. “You’ve been in my head again.”

I nodded my head.

“Then you would know I’m not doing anything,” she pointed out.

“Can I join you?”

She started biting her bottom lip. Not opening the door any further.

‘Come on, sweetheart, let me in,’I spoke in her mind.

She rolled her eyes and then nodded her head and opened the door up wider for me.

I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face as I stepped up into the Winnebago.

She picked up the lit joint she had in the ashtray and went back to pouring herself a drink.

“Um, so do you want one?” she asked. Her back to me.

I could feel how nervous she was.

“Sure.”

Maybe if I were drinking as well, she would be at ease. She said she’d had a lot to drink, but her mind wasn’t cloudy. Considering she was smoking drugs and drinking hard, her mind wasn’t affected.

She reached over, bending slightly over grabbing a glass, and my eyes were on her ass and the way her dress was riding up. God, I wanted to run my hand up her.

She turned, taking my view away, which was replaced with a view of her breasts. God, they were so perfect. Hands down the best breasts I had ever touched, or had the pleasure of looking at.

I tore my eyes off her breasts and looked her in the eye, taking the drink she was handing me.

“Thanks,” I said, and her hands just brushed mine, and she was quick to pull her hand away.

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