Page 52 of Rider Daddies
I let him get closer to me, hoping that this will all work out in my favor. I need to search his pockets for a key into the office, and I can only do that if I’m fighting him.
He drags me off the front desk, and I fall on my ass.
That’s no way to treat an ex-lover.
He drags me up from the floor and wraps his hands around me, forcing me away from the desk, back down into the corridor.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, struggling in his hold.
“You are your own worst enemy. I’m doing you a favor. You should be grateful that it’s me who found you down here. If it was anyone else, you’d be in the doghouse by now, being passed around by—” He can’t even finish the sentence himself. “Never mind.”
Taking advantage of our unfortunate closeness, I slip a hand into his jacket, blindly searching for a key.
I don’t expect to come across it so fast.
Bingo.
I pull it out and carefully slot it between my breasts under the corset. Tristan is so busy trying to rein me in that he doesn’t even realize.
I suppose psychological manipulation never worked out for him, so now he’s trying to pursue me by other means. Physical strength has never been his strong suit, but he still somehow appears to be stronger than me.
He slides me further down the corridor.
Dammit.
“I really don’t want to do this, Lucia, but I’m afraid you’ve proven to be too much of a liability. I have no other option but to bolt you in.”
Fuck.
I grit my teeth and twist around in his grip, fighting to head back to reception. I fight to keep my feet planted firmly on the carpeted floor. For a second, it works…until Tristan scoops me up into his arms.
That’s when I catch another person entering my peripheral vision.
Allie sneaks from under the front desk and picks up the abandoned coffee cup. She sticks it up at me, trying to signal something to me with her frightened eyes.
Catch, I think is what she’s mouthing.
I cup my hands and follow the mug as it sails through the air, heart beating out of my chest. It’s now or never.
I catch the mug with both hands and don’t think twice about what I do next. Converting all my anger to strength, I smash the mug into Tristan’s head with all I’ve got, the pieces of clay shattering all over his face.
“Aaaaa, you fucking brat!”
Down he goes…
But not for long.
I separate from him and think on my feet about how I’m going to stall him next. Reaching for his groin, I pinch his dick between my fingers and tug as hard as I can, ending the attack with a painful boot into his balls.
He lands flat on his ass—a position I’d like to see him in forever. A man like Tristan deserves to lie on the floor in pain, clutching his nothing-special dick as he repents for his sins…or tries to, at least.
I head back toward the front desk, slip out the key, and insert it into the office door.
It clicks.
And open sesame.
“Oh my god!” I turn to Allie gleefully. “Come on in.”
