“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Bullshit.”
“Whatever. Shut up and eat your food.”
Chapter three
Solo
Fucking hell I had no fucking clue this chick Les left his half of our bar to would be a hot spitfire. I was banking on the fact that they never really had a relationship would mean she would be eager to sell. Now that she’s here in the flesh, I’m getting the sense that selling is the last thing she plans on doing. I’m not sure how I feel about the prospect of having a young partner who happens to be sexy as fuck in her classy clothes while throwing me attitude for days. Because right now all I’m thinking about is gagging that smart mouth, wrapping my fingers in that long wavy hair of hers that’s the color of cherry cola, and leaning her over my bike to fuck some of that sass out her ass.
It's all I’ve thought about since she strutted into The Brew in those heels and that skirt that hugs her ass. Pressing her buttons is going to be my favorite pastime. Only problem is I don’t shit where I eat. Learned that lesson when I fucked one of our bartenders. I wanted a good time. No strings fuck. She wanted the fairytale all women seem to be hoping for. I’m not saying I won’t take the risk on the right woman, but I know jumping into bed with someone I could be running my business with is bad. For personal and professional reasons. The Brew is all I got outside of the club. It’s my future, and I don’t plan on fucking it up to tap a piece of ass.
I swipe a French fry from her plate, and she shoots me a dirty look.
“If you wanted fries, you should’ve ordered some.”
“Wanted both. You can have some of my onion rings. I’m not above sharing.”
“Oh, I’m sure you aren’t.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Mmm, this is good,” she moans out while chewing. Mayonnaise drips down her lips giving me a mental image of something else dripping down her chin.
The thought of her down on her knees for me has my dick jumping to attention. Fucking hell I’m going to have to find a way to get her to sell. No way am I going to survive having her close by unless she agrees to a simple fuck to get it out of the way and pretend it didn’t happen after. Not that it would be easy but I’m willing to take one for the team for the greater good here.
Les would be rolling over in his grave if he knew I was having these thoughts about his Vada. He didn’t speak of her often but when he did, I could sense the pain in his voice. Usually when he’d had a few too many to drink. He didn’t like to talk about the past. I still don’t understand him leaving half the business to this chick though. The Brew was always meant to be mine. We talked about me buying him out when he retired more than once.
Should have gotten that shit in writing.
“You going to explain why you said that shit?”
“Nope. So where is this trailer located and is it in decent shape?”
She hasn’t asked me one question about Les. He left everything he had to his name to her, and she hasn’t even once asked how it happened or what kind of man he was. Sexy or not, that’s some insensitive fuckery.
Bet she’s a damn city girl with her fancy ass clothes and won’t fare too well living in a camper in the damn woods.
“Take you there now if you’re ready to go.”
“Yeah. Okay. Think your friend will lose her shit if I ask for a to go box?”
“Nah. I’ll get it for you and settle the bill.”
“You don’t have to pay for my dinner.”
“Babe, check this. You don’t know me but I’m the kind of man when I take a woman to a restaurant I pay for her food. Got me?”
“Okay. I’ll leave the tip.”
“Did you hear a word I said?”
“I heard you and I appreciate that. You’re paying for my dinner so the least I can do is leave the tip. And for the love of all things stop calling me babe. I’m not your babe like Jeannie over there.”
She’s jealous. Why does that turn me on? That type of shit never has any count with me and here I am wanting to ram my dick down her throat in the middle of god damn Pizza Palace.
That’s it. I’ve gotta fuck her once and get it over with before I run her out of town.