Page 11 of Savage in the Streets
“I’m a big girl. Just shoot it to me straight.”
“It’s gonna be hard with your record. Even without it, it’s a challenge. But…I’m gonna do my best.”
“Thank you,” I reply back.
He disappears, and I take a moment to check out the attached bathroom, marveling the pristine fixtures. A glance in the mirror tells me just how out of place I look. People like me, seeped in the cracks of society, aren’t made for luxury like this.
“Here’s a toothbrush, toothpaste. Some other things.”
I turn to see Ashton with his hands full and force a smile. He might be an asshole, but he is doing me a favor, and this is his home. I have to respect him.
“Breakfast will be ready for you when you wake. I’ll be working, but there’s a television you can watch and an at-home gym.”
He’s so proper that it makes me want to shake him up a bit. Make him nervous. Make him uncomfortable.
“Have any muscle relaxers?” I ask.
His mouth forms an ‘O’. “Are you asking me for drugs?”
I chuckle. “You really do think I’m that bad, don’t you?”
“You’re asking for muscle relaxers.”
“Yes, because I desperately miss mine. It’s in my drawer at home. It’s about this big.” I put my fingers about seven inches apart. “Has eight speeds and needs a USB port to juice up.”
Recognition dawns on his handsome face, and for the first time since I’ve met him, he seems at a loss for words.
“Guess I’m gonna have to leave you a bad Yelp review.”
“Because I’m not giving you a vibrator?”
I love the fact that it looks like his head’s about to explode.
“Because women leave here unsatisfied,” I say nonchalantly.
He snickers. “I’ve never had a woman leave unsatisfied, and quite frankly, I’m the only muscle relaxer they’ve ever needed.”
I snort out a laugh, deciding not to add additional layers to this awkward entanglement.
If he wasn’t such a colossal dick, I’d actually consider making a move on him…especially since if his size gives any indication, he might have a colossal dick.
What a damn tragedy.
His smoldering good looks would make him the perfect sendoff before my eventual sendoff to the slammer…which, at this point, feels inevitable.
Still, the fact that he was sent by my brother is a bit of a mystery. Ashton is the type of guy that keeps his nose clean. Mucking it up with Caleb Savages is most certainly beneath him.
And yet, not only did he post my bail, but he’s taking on my case.
Ashton Ward has secrets. Ones that involve my family.
Which means he can’t be trusted.
Chapter 4
Ashton
Rearrangingmy life to provide full-time observation to a probable felon is not how I thought I’d begin my Monday. It’s ranked a nine out of ten inconvenience that could only be topped by a nuclear bomb going off in my office.
