Page 7 of Tracking Luxe

“You’re sexy as fuck when you insult me in Spanish,bebé.”

“I’m not your baby, and you’re really trying to flirt with me now? Unbelievable.”

“I tell it like it is.” Unrepentant.

“You kidnapped me!” she spat out, eyes glaring. “In whatestupidareality does that make it okay for you to look at me with … with ...” tits heaved as she took in great big swallows of air through her angry tirade. Grinder sucked on his teeth suppressing a grin, dropping his leg he sat forward, arms braced on his knees, eyes trained on her.

“Go on, finish your sentence. How am I looking at you,bebé? Like I wanna eat you up, make you pay for fucking stealing from me?”

“As you said,“ she shrugged. “I’m a thief. You can’t be shocked if I take something that doesn’t belong to me, Grinder.”

His name coming from those lips shot through him like fire pooling in his gut, staying around his groin, thank god, he was leaning forward or she would have seen how his dick hardened.

“Shocked? No. Where I object is when you take from me.”

“Say I did. And I’m not admitting anything,” she had the gall to look like she had the upper hand here with that little smile playing on her mouth. “How do you propose we sort this out so I can leave and never see that beard again?”

Grinder smirked. Direct, little thief. “That’s easy. Just hand over what you took from me.”

“That’s it, and you’ll let me go?”

“Sure. I don’t play in revenge, that ain’t my style.”

“You have a style?” her eyes went over him from the tips of his boots up to the beanie hat in the slowest form of judging. “Shocking,” she must feel ease, he thought, as she leaned over the bed, giving him a good eyeful of gorgeous tanned bare thighs, she grabbed the bean burrito he’d brought, unwrapping the foil, taking a healthy bite and groaned.

Fuck, the noise hit him square in the torso. His imagination was fertile, he could picture her now moaning for a whole other darker, dirtier reason.

Cursing under his breath, he needed this pact done and her gone asap. She was not good for his concentration.

“Say I have your item … and I’m not saying I do,” she reiterated once more, this time smiling around a mouthful of food. God, he liked a woman who actually ate real food, who didn’t pick and poke at a salad without tasting a thing, what the fuck good was that? He’d dated a model who only ate Lunchables and bottled water, skinny as a pole she was constantly dieting, resulting in her always being a crabby bitch. Grinder would rather eat the end of his gun if he couldn’t enjoy all range of food in large quantities.

He watched Luxe lick sauce from the corner of her mouth, sure she was doing it on purpose when her eyes didn’t leave his face.Little tease. He couldn’t be swayed by her.Liar.

“And say I’m willing to return it.”

“So generous of you,” he added, his voice rough and mocking.

She ignored him and went on.

“And say I do this for you, what do I get out of it? Far as I can see I would be down something valuable. A girl has to eat, you know?” she showed this by polishing off the burrito in three big bites, she crumpled the foil and tossed it on the bedside table, gulping down the rest of the soda. Even her fucking burp afterwards was sexy.

Grinder needed his head checked.

“Please, don’t tone down the arrogance for me, little thief. You steal from me and you want compensation for the loss?” he was incredulously amused. Fuck, he should be angry she was wanting to run him a merry dance, but all Grinder felt was humor slaking through his voice box watching her sitting there primly on the end of the bed, her ankles crossed, fingers laced in her lap and hair caught over one bare shoulder.

The attraction was real. Even as he ignored it twisting around his lower torso, it was real and firing him up.

“I tell you what,” he rose, bones aiding to take him to his six-two height, his wide shoulders flexing under his leather cut, her eyes followed and he saw a flicker of appraising lust before the dirty rotten thief masked the look. She could lie all she wanted, she’d fancied him right back last year, whatever happened to change her mind on fucking him.

Forget that shit, he warned.Not here for that.

His steps quiet underfoot, the noise from the neighbors tv coming through the wall and outside he caught the sound of cars pulling into the cheap motel off the highway about ten miles from his club compound. None of it registered as much as the look of alarm in her dark eyes when he kept on coming until he was directly in front of her, her neck went back to look up.

“Try anything,chico,and I’ll break your dick off.” She warned through her even white clenched teeth. Grinder arched a brow, going down on his haunches before her, resting both hands either side of her hips on the bed, essentially blocking her in, unless she wanted to crawl backwards on the bed she was trapped as much as he had her trapped in this room.

“That’s big threats for such a small thief. As I was saying.”

“I’m rapidly losing patience…” She informed, her gaze going down to his mouth for the briefest seconds. Grinder smiled.

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