Page 6 of Jaz
Chapter Two
Mandi washed and dried her face, added a light moisturizer and a dab of lip gloss, then looked up into the mirror. Jaz was there.
Naked, save for her bra, her body still hummed with pleasure from how he’d taken her. From behind. Against the table other girls used to put on their makeup. She could hardly believe she’d admitted to crushing on him and that he’d admitted the same thing …
Turning forty wasn’t so damn bad after all.
“So, where do you want to get something to eat? Here?”
His voice curled in her belly, warm and sexy. She’d never come across anyone like him before. He was a huge brick wall covered in tattoos. He looked every inch a man who would as soon rip someone limb from limb as look at them if they crossed him wrong. “No, not here.”
She remembered being a little afraid to talk to him when she first met him. He looked as though he hated her on sight, but then he’d watch her with lust burning in his dark blue eyes. Her own reactions bothered her a little at first, too. Every time she saw him, she wanted to climb up his large, solid body and never climb down. She wanted those strong arms around her. That deep voice rumbling through her. Those lips on hers. And his cock easing the ache inside her. Her need made her shy when it came to him for fear she’d blurt out her feelings, her desires.
All that changed the minute he walked into the dressing room. He was hers for her birthday. She was going to have to hug Jackie for making the move it seemed neither Jaz nor Mandi were going to make on their own.
“Then where? It’s not like we’ve got a huge selection of places that are open after midnight here.”
Mandi pulled a black sweater and a pair of jeans out of her bag, along with a new pair of panties. She always carried a duffle with her to work with a change of clothes inside. Tonight, she was more than grateful for it. After getting dressed, she slid her bare feet into a pair of pink glittery flip-flops, grabbed her things, and returned to Jaz.
His gaze took her in, stopping at the V-neck of the sweater. “Like what you see?” she asked when he didn’t appear interested in looking up.
“More than words can say.”
Men looked at her all the time. Being a waitress in an adult entertainment club, she didn’t expect less. It was, in fact, expected. It didn’t hurt that the club also sold the best cheeseburgers in the tri-county area.
But Jaz? The way he looked at her? It was different, intense. It made her tingle. Everywhere.
“Pancakes.”
He raised his eyes to meet hers, one dark brown brow lifted in question. “Pancakes?”
Mandi nodded with enthusiasm. “Yes. One of my favorite foods in all the world and a tradition on my birthday.”
“Well then, if it’s pancakes my birthday girl wants, then it’s pancakes she’ll have.”
He stepped to the side and opened the door for her in a grand gesture, sweeping his arm for her to walk out ahead of him. She couldn’t stop her smile, knowing she must look goofy with it plastered from ear to ear. She didn’t care. The reality of his interest in her … God. She was one lucky girl.
Once in the hallway, they slipped out the back entrance to the employee parking lot. “I’ll take you around to your car and I guess … Do we want to take one car?”
“Yeah. You can leave yours here. Jackie’ll make sure it’s safe. I’ll be your driver tonight.” He took her hand and pulled her along. His long legs ate up the gravel lot, and it was all she could do to keep up. In flip-flops no less.
Until … he stopped and lifted her in his arms much as he had earlier.
“Jaz, put me down.”
“Nope. I like holding you and carrying you.”
“I can walk.”
“I know, but we’ll get there faster if I have you like this. Besides, it makes my cock happy to have your pussy so near.”
“Oh God,” she groaned. “I can’t believe you said that. Out loud. Outside.” Mandi buried her face against his neck as he laughed. The sound vibrated through her and she laughed a little too. He was different than she thought he’d be—lighter, fun, easy to be around and not at all intimidating. Although the lust she’d glimpsed and touched for a moment … She wanted more of it.
“I have a feeling there are going to be a few things you won’t believe I’d say or do.” With his lips grazing her ear, he slid a hand down her ass and between her spread-around-his-waist thighs. “A few things you won’t believe I’ll make you do.”
He came to a stop and removed his hand. She wanted it back. She missed the heat from his palm mixing with the heat from her sex. And again, for a second time that night, he let her slide down his body until her toes touched the ground. He kissed the top of her head and took the duffle from her hand.
The car he popped the trunk on was a Dodge Charger, classic ’72 or ’73 from the looks of it. Damn and double damn. In awe, she walked around it, dragging her fingertip across the glittery blue finish. It sparkled in the moonlight with black gleaming wraparound pinstripes.
