Page 4 of Taming the Bear
The Bear
This woman in front of me, this tiny little person, is looking at me as if she wants to eat me. It’s fucking hot, but I’m not going to allow her the privilege of knowing that I would fuck her six shades of Sunday.
Her bright pink hair highlights the green in her eyes. She has these high cheekbones that make her look more like a fairy than anything else. Plus, she’s so tiny that I could pick her up and shove her against the wall to fuck her.
“Go on, what do you need my help with?” Her little voice asks.
Chantal, I need your help with letting me eat your pussy until your thighs shake against my ears. Then, I want you to get on your knees and open that smart mouth of yours to accept my dick. Can you do that?
I adjust my dick in my jeans and her eyes watch my hand eagerly. “You are a curious little kitten, aren’t you?” I tease.
Her cheeks burn bright red and I know it’s time for me to tell her what I’m here for. If she keeps looking at me like this, I’m going to say fuck it.
I’m glad I’m not the only that is experiencing this energy passed between us.
“About a week ago, I almost died in a bombing. Now, this is what I need from you.”
She nods and then places her hands together as if she’s praying. “I heard about that fire. The police and fire inspectors think it was a gas leak.”
I smile a little and then remember that she doesn’t understand the inner workings of my club. Of course she would believe what the media said happened and not understand the reality of the situation. The reality of the situation is, I paid off the cops and fire inspectors so they would leave me alone to conduct my own investigation.
“I can’t go into too much detail, but someone went snooping through my private emails to check when I was going to do another delivery. The problem that they ran into, it was fake.”
“Why would you fake a delivery?” Chantal’s little voice asks and she slides her bigger than shit glasses up her nose. They remind me of librarian glasses which is hot on her. A little naughty and nice thing going on that I’m digging the fuck out of.
Finally, we are getting somewhere. “Because I had a feeling someone in my club has been looking through my private affairs and it’s going to get a lot of people killed if this is true. Sometimes it blows donkey dick to be king.”
She pauses for a minute and then looks at the money on the table. I could see and hear the wheels turning in her ears as she tries to think of something to say. As her fingers inch for the bread, I chuckle a little. “Go on, and take the money, little kitten. I won’t bite ya. Well, unless you like that type of thing.”
Chantal’s cheeks blaze red and I almost feel like an asshole to do this to her.
“What do you need from me? It sounds as if you have everything figured out.”
I don’t have shit figured out and I’m here because someone in my club is trying to kill me. I’m here because I need your hacking skills to help save me and Lucifer’s Lair.
“Chantal, what I need from you is going to be very hard for you to understand but I need you to listen to everything I’m about to say before you jump to conclusions. Understood?” She nods and I smile. “Good girl. I need you to pretend to be my ol’ lady in the club. This will give you access to everyone’s computers and phones. I’m going to have to start bringing you around ASAP so the brothers will see you as one of them.”
“No.”
My head whirls a little. I’m not going to lie, that’s the first time someone told me no.
“What do you mean? You haven’t finished listening to what I have to say.”
“I’m not going to be some groupie that’s going to follow you around and shit.”
I smirk a little and then wink at her. “I like a girl with some fight in her. It will help you being around the girls in the club. Now, this is what I need. Someone tried to kill me and it was a false drop. That same person that tried to kill me looked through my computer and got all of my notes regarding it. Sweetheart, I need your help.”
She takes a deep breath and then closes her eyes. When she opens them, they are cloudy but I can tell she’s about to give in. “Joe, I don’t know. I’m not the type of person that hangs out with these clubs and all of that.”
I grab her hand over the desk and hold on to it. Chantal looks down at my hand holding hers and I don’t miss the shift of her lap. This is too easy. “Are you going to be able to do this for me?”
“Yeah. I want four hundred a day and access to everything in your place. Can I get that?”
That’s all she’s charging? That’s fucking cheap. “I want you for a month and I will give you a hundred grand at the end.”
I love looking at her eyes as they begin to bulge a little. “That’s too much money, Joe. No way in hell.”
“You don’t know what it’s like to be my girl, Chantal. I require certain things and I need you to be willing to do that.”
