Page 4 of Outlaw Witch

One wrong turn and I’m not where I’m supposed to be.

Which is meeting with one of my repeat clients. He messaged earlier and asked to meet here to discuss another job.

Probably another bit of minor stalking of his ex-boss.

His jobs tend to be simple enough. I hang around their work, follow them around a bit and report back that they don’t seem to be struggling too badly without him.

Which is better than him stalking them himself, I guess.

And it’s not like I don’t have morals when it comes to the jobs I take on. I don’t hurt people unnecessarily. If he was a red-flag ex-boyfriend, I wouldn’t be involving myself in his business. But it’s hard to have bold lines when you have a bunch of people to feed. New shoes to buy for the younger kids who can’t earn money for themselves yet.

I can’t be too picky and I didn’t want to lose this guy’s business, even though he asked to meet in a bar at close to midnight.

I’m up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow, so I need this meeting to go smoothly.

Too bad I don’t have a clue where I’m going.

I should be at a bar called Mystique. The client said that it didn’t have a super obvious sign, because they liked that kind of shit around here.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

But searching for a sign-less door led to me not paying attention to where I was walking. I got turned around somehow and then must have taken a wrong turn.

Leading me here.

Down an alleyway that smells faintly of garbage and smoke.

I turn around and bump into a growly wall of a man.

... two minutes later and my back’s against the brick wall, my underwear discarded somewhere and my pants are around my ankles as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, massaging my clit with expert strokes and making me suck in deep breaths of his spicy scent.

I don’t exactly know how this happened...

One minute I was wandering around like an idiot. I turned on my heel and slammed into his broad chest, then he growled at me like an angry bear. My eyes flicked up to see two dark eyes and a head of curly dark hair.

He’s gorgeous in an intensely good-looking way. Like, it almost hurts my eyes to look at him

“What are you doing hanging around out here, doll?”

I stare up at him, our chests brushing, breaths mingling.

“Pretty sure I took a wrong turn somewhere,” I tell him. “Story of my life.” That’s delivered with a grin and a wink, causing him to step impossibly closer.

He runs his fingers up my arm, tracing the skin of my neck until it reaches my pounding pulse.

“So you’re saying you didn’t follow me out here?” he asks with a cocky eyebrow raise.

The question is so ridiculous. I let out a laugh that comes out breathier than I’d have liked.

“No, no I didn’t. I’m sure you’d have liked that, though, wouldn’t you, big guy?”

One eyebrow goes up as he studies me with a little smirk. “Well, you’re here now, aren’t you?”

My heart pounds in my chest. Everything about this situation should be setting off alarm bells. Meeting random, massive men in deserted alleyways doesn’t seem like it should be on anyone’s list of good life choices.

I’m weirdly not afraid, though.

Not just because I know I can take care of myself. I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve I could pull out if needed.

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