Page 12 of Crash
What the fuck just happened?
She was just as gorgeous as I remembered, but she was…scared?Of what?Me? I knew she’d had a rough time of it, but I was just beginning to understand how much.
I shook my head. What the fuck did I know about her life?Making assumptions like a know-it-all.
Rubbing my eyes, I pushed out into the hall and thumped down the stairs, re-joining the party. What had Dean said on the phone? Oh yeah,have lots of fun,which was his code for ‘get your dick in something and chill the fuck out’.
Making my way through the crowd of people, I shook a few hands and smiled a lot, but I really just wanted to see her. Lingering by the bar, my eyes scanned the room, but I couldn’t see any trace of the mysterious Violet Fuller.
Movement beside me drew my attention, and I took in the blonde woman who’d just placed a tray on the bar beside me. She was a six-foot model with a tiny waist and big tits. Obviously one of the women hired to waitress the event for the night, what with her tiny sports top and shorts emblazoned with the Pulse logo.
“Can I get you anything?” she asked with a purr, looking me up and down.
Realizing I’d been staring at her tits, I pulled my gaze away. Fucking that would take the edge off, cool some of this excess energy that had sparked at my brief run-in with Violet, but it wouldn’t mean shit. Glancing away, I caught sight of Ash leading a distraught looking Violet out of the gym, and my heart skipped.
“No,” I said, not even looking at the woman.
“Are you fighter?” she asked and I turned back to her. She was smiling, and now that I got a good look at her, she kind of looked fit. Like she worked out.
“Yeah.” I looked back over at the door, but Violet was gone.
“I thought so,” the woman went on. “You’ve got that look.”
Shaking my head, I focused back on the waitress. “What look?”
Her eyes sparkled the moment she realized she had my undivided attention. “Muscles, scars,” she replied, laying it on thick.
“Do you train?” I asked, letting my gaze wander over her body and lingering on her bare midriff. Well-defined.
“Yeah. I do some. It helps with the job.” She tilted her head to the side, throwing me a flirtatious smile.
I bet it did. She was pretty enough, but I couldn’t see the substance under the exterior of caked on make-up. Thinking about the cage girls they had walking the octagon in the pro circuit, I wrinkled my nose. They weren’t exactly known as a bunch of classy ladies. They spread for money, muscles and a handsome face. It was too easy…and too fuckin’ empty.
The bartender leaned between us and began loading up her tray with glasses full of champagne. She sighed dramatically like it was too much of an imposition to do her job. Most likely, she wanted to stick around and see if she could work her way around my cock.
“Are you going to train here?” she asked.
I nodded. “I guess. For a while, at least.”
Smiling like she’d just won the lotto, she picked up the full tray of glasses and began to move away. “What’s your name, fighter?”
“Lincoln,” I replied automatically.
“I’m Andrea,” she said. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around then.”
I frowned.
“This is my local,” she threw back as the crowd swallowed her up.
Fuckin’ great.A woman sniffing around for a bit of a fuck when I was hard for the sister of the motherfuckin’ owner.I was a free man, and Violet certainly didn’t work here. She was absolutely terrified of being in a room alone with me, and I was pretty sure she couldn’t make herself any clearer. Violet Fuller didn’t want me poking around the edges, so what harm was there in a little fun while I was on down time?
I was a guy, my dick got hard and Andrea seemed willing enough.As long as I was clear about what was involved, no problems.
I’d been holding a flame for Violet Fuller for a long fucking time, and I’d hardly said two words to her and she’d bolted. I wasn’t sure what hurt more.My balls or my pride.
What harm was there in a little fun?
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