“Let’s not argue about this,” I said, and I knew that I sounded mean. I would much rather have traded sex for the footage if it had a price, but violence would do if that was what it took. I was a gang member, after all. I wasn’t known for having a heart, but deep down inside, I knew that it wasn’t going to happen, I wasn’t going to hurt her.
“Are you threatening me?” she asked, and there wasn’t a trace of fear in her voice. Whether I was actually going to do it or not, it didn’t make a difference to her. She wasn’t scared.
And it was sexy as hell. It upped her sex appeal by a hundred percent. A woman who could stand up to me, a woman who laughed in the face of danger, was the kind of woman I needed to have all to myself.
“It’s a suggestion,” I said, and I smiled at her. It wasn’t a friendly smile. I knew what effect it had on people when I used it. It spelled out danger. However, she raised her eyebrows at me, as if I was a child throwing a temper-tantrum. I was only wasting my time, and hers.
“I was doing you a favor,” she said, and her voice was low. I thought about the office, her legs open on that desk, the way her skin felt, the shape of her breast in my palm, and I knew she was thinking about that, too, even though she hadn’t meant to. Maybe it was a threat, too. Maybe she was just getting tired of going round in circles. Pity, I could have her chase me around and around all night.
I sighed and fought the urge to roll my eyes. With a woman like her, the promise of danger wasn’t going to make her hot for me. Or, at least, it wasn’t going to make her jump my bones. And the promise of violence just put her off. So I did what I knew she would fall for, even though I hated it the most.
“I can get in a lot of trouble if I don’t get my face off the circuit in there,” I said, nodding my head toward the diner she’d left behind. “I’d really appreciate your help so that I can keep the damage to a minimum.”
It was as close to a polite request as she was going to get. She narrowed her eyes at me, thinking about it, and finally, she nodded slowly.
“I don’t have to be home just yet,” she said and walked toward me. For just a moment, I let myself think that it was me she was after, but then she walked past me, and I scolded myself for being an idiot and letting my feelings get the better of me. I walked after her, watching her ass wiggle, as she took one step after the other in low heels that made her calves look fantastic.
She unlocked the diner and gestured with her head that I walk in. She wasn’t going to be a part of it.
“Your boss is long gone if that’s what you’re worried about,” I said. Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but the shock was there. She knew I’d been following her; it wasn’t a positive reaction. She half-shrugged and then stepped into the diner first. I followed her and pulled the door shut behind me.
She left the lights off and walked through the seating area and toward the office. The door was closed, but apparently not locked. She pushed it open and walked in. I swallowed and tugged at my belt, feeling my body respond to the memories of what went down in there. But I behaved myself, which was a feat because I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually done that.
“It’s all on here,” she said and handed me a silver disk with yesterday’s date written on it with a Sharpie. “The sex, too.”
She looked away when she said it. Was it my imagination, or was she blushing?”
The atmosphere in the office suddenly grew thick, so thick I could touch it. I knew she felt it, too. She glanced at me sideways, and her mouth curved into a smile that held secrets. I could take her right now if I wanted to, and I doubted she would protest too much. But I didn’t want her that way. I wanted her to be the one to instigate it. So instead of acting on the hard-on in my pants, I pushed the urge for sex away.
“Do you want to smoke a blunt with me?” I asked.
She frowned slightly, the change in topic a surprise.
“I just want to unwind,” I added when she hesitated. She glanced above the door behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see a clock against the wall. Maybe she had someone she wanted to go home to.
“You can say no,” I said, but my voice was hard again, a threat even when I didn’t want it to be. She shook her head, even though I knew that it wasn’t in response to my manipulative skills.
“Sure, I could do with a breath of fresh air,” she said. She was nonchalant about it, and I wondered how many times she’d done it before.
“Not in the diner though. That will be a sure way to get me fired. The sex tape was bad enough already.”
I nodded and suggested we sit outside. I tucked the cd in my jacket pocket before I followed her out. She locked up the diner again, and we sat down on the concrete in the parking lot, our backs against the outside wall of the diner. I lit up a hand-rolled joint and pulled on it, drawing the smoke deep into my lungs. I held the breath and passed the joint to her.
She did the same, smoking like she’d had some practice, but she blew it out again before I did.
“Your boss hassling you?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Everyone’s boss is a dick, right?”
I took another drag and spoke with a voice thick with smoke. “Not everyone looks as uncomfortable around their bosses, though,” I said.
“I really need this job,” she said before pulling on the joint. The cherry gleamed and cast a red glow on her cheeks that made her dark eyes look bigger. “He’s just being a dick. I think the tape set him off.”
Was it a tape? Not just frames of us doing it? Holy fuck.
“I think he thinks that’s what I’m like,” she said and blew out the smoke, watching it disappear in front of her face. The sweet smell of weed hung in the air around us, and I liked it. I felt relaxed, every muscle in my body calm. And it was nice having her next to me.
And I didn’t even know who she was.
“I’m Saxon, by the way,” I said, giving a woman I slept with my name for the first time in years.
“Tanya,” she answered and nodded, her version of the pleased-to-meet-you spiel.
Tanya. That was a damn sexy name.
“Just so you know,” she said, as if she knew what I was thinking. “I’m not like that, no matter what you got in there last night, or what the video show.”
“I know,” I said, and then she truly relaxed.
CHAPTER 7
Working in a diner in a rundown part of town put me into contact with a lot of different kinds of people. I’ve had them all come through those doors—the businesslike people who scoffed at the quality of the food or the cleanliness of the place, mothers who needed to escape from their perfect lives, teenagers who were trying to slum it to be cool, homeless people who had a coin or two to buy coffee with, and middle-aged people from the middle class that used to visit the place when it wasn’t such a bad neighborhood yet.
Even Kenneth was from the wrong side of town, and he’d worked himself up to be the owner of something.
And with every single person that I dealt with, I’d learned how to be polite and still keep my distance. I’d learned to trust my gut and stay away from the ones that spelled out trouble, and I’d even called the police on one of our customers when he’d gotten fresh with a girl in one of my booths.
It was safe to say that I knew danger when I saw it, and I was smart about it.
And still, I didn’t do the smart thing when it came to Saxon. He was a criminal, a biker with a menacing air about him, and he didn’t think twice about threatening someone with violence. I got the idea that he got what he wanted because of how scary he was, and when he didn’t get it, he proved he wasn’t bluffing. He was the meanest, roughest guy I’d met by far.
And I felt inexplicably comfortable around him. He wasn’t just attractive because of the bad boy air he wore; he was actually a nice person when you got past the cocky grin and the macho bullshit. I’d spent most of the night sitting outside with him—a dangerous thing to do in itself—smoking weed and talking about my life and about his, skimming t
he surface about who we both were. And I’d liked it.
I’d liked spending time with him.
I’d gotten home at four in the morning. I’d crept along the dark passage, past my roommate’s room, and closed my door as quietly as I could. My back hurt, and I’d been on my feet too long. But I felt calm and relaxed, the high still in my system, and I felt good.
When I woke up, it was past nine. I sat up and grabbed my phone, only to realize it was my day off. Finally. Thank God.
I fell back onto the pillows and sighed. I heard Margo shuffle past and rolled out of bed.
“It’s nice to see you home for a change,” Margo said. She stood behind the counter in the open-plan kitchen, making coffee. The kitchen was filled with the smell of it, and I took a deep breath. Margo took out another cup for me. Her red curls were tied behind her head in a bun to keep it out of her face, and without makeup, her freckles were prominent.
“You got in late,” she added, after she poured me the coffee and pushed the cup toward me.
I sat down on a barstool and wrapped my fingers around the warm cup. I worked with coffee every day, but the smell and the taste when I was home was still heaven.
“I was hanging out with…a friend.”
Margo lifted her cup to her lips and blew across the black liquid, glancing at me over the rim of the cup.
“This friend doesn’t happen to be male, does he?” she asked.
I nodded and fought a blush but failed. Margo smiled and sat down on the other barstool. She swiveled it to me.
“It’s about time you met a man.”
I shook my head. “It’s not like that,” I said. “We really are just friends.” Friends with benefits if the night in the office was anything to go by. But I didn’t need to talk about that to Margo. I didn’t want her to know that I’d just let some stranger fuck me in an office. Because that was what it was, no matter which way I tried to paint it. It hadn’t been making love. It hadn’t even been sex. It had been primitive.
Unforgettable.
“Where did you meet him?” she asked.
“At the diner,” I said. “He arrived just as I was locking up.” I didn’t add the fact that he was running from the police at the time. “He’s a bit of a gangster type though. Not really the kind of guy I’m into.” But I was into him. “So it’s not like I’m going to let it go anywhere.”
“The gangster type?” Margo asked. “There are a lot of gangs active at the moment. You have to watch out.”
I nodded and turned my cup around and around on the counter. “I know. But he’s different.”
“Honey, don’t let that fool you.”
I laughed. I knew that, too. I knew everything that I had to know about being with someone that wasn’t good for me. But still, I wanted to see Saxon again. I wanted it to be more than just friends. I wanted to spend time with him the way we did last night, smoking weed and just talking.
“There are people who seem a lot more docile, and instead, they’re a lot worse,” I said. “My boss is one of those. God, he just won’t leave me alone.”
Margo frowned at me. “Is he giving you problems?”
Yes, because of a sex tape that I’d help create in his office. But I wasn’t going to mention that either.
“He just seems to think that he has some claim on me. He wants our relationship to be more than employer-employee. He’s creeping me out.”
“What is he doing?” Margo asked. I explained. I told her everything Kenneth was doing. The only thing she didn’t know was the real reason.
“You should report him,” Margo said after I finished.
“To who? He’s the boss of a place that’s run by one man. This isn’t the corporate world.”
Margo nodded. She knew what it was like to be at the bottom of the food chain. She worked as a nanny in a home where she looked after four children.
“Just, you know, quit when it’s getting too much,” she said. And I knew that that was the right thing to do. But getting that job had been hard. And I couldn’t afford not having another job. Besides, the diner was tying me together with Saxon right now, and that was worth the misery.
Margo looked at her watch. “I have to get going. I need to run a couple of errands before I pick up the kids.”
She downed the last of her coffee and got up, grabbing her bag on the way to the door. I waved at her, and then the door closed behind her, and I had the apartment to myself again. It was like Margo and I had an apartment to ourselves, with the hours we worked and how seldom we were in the same place at the same time.
I got up, still in my pajamas, and walked to the television. I sat down on the couch and clicked it on, flipping from one channel to the next. After a while, my eyes started getting heavy. I was still exhausted, both from working hard and staying out with Saxon so late.
I closed my eyes and let sleep drag me under.
And Saxon was waiting for me on the other side. He pushed me up against a wall, his body against mine, and I could feel him hard against my hip bone. His face hovered just above mine, and he looked into my eyes, the word mine reflected in those stormy blue irises.
He pulled the shirt I was wearing off and wasted no time with my bra. My breasts sprang free, nipples tightening in the cold air of the room. Saxon put one hand on my breast, massaging it hard. He took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it. Heat pooled between my legs, and I gasped.
My pants were suddenly gone, and I stood in front of him, naked.
“That’s better,” he said, as if it was his doing that my clothes had disappeared. I moved forward, but Saxon leaned his body against mine, and his hand gripped my one wrist, pressing it against the wall so that moving became harder.
“I’m not done yet,” he said, and his eyes bore into mine. His other hand was suddenly between my legs, and he plunged two fingers into the slit. I was wet for him, and he slid up over my clit so that I shuddered, and then down, pushing two fingers into me again. I moaned and spread my legs to give him better access.
“That’s my good girl,” he said. Those words were controlling, but I didn’t mind. I wanted him to be in control.
He pushed his fingers into me and pulled them out, and the sensation made my body numb. He found my clit with his thumb, and he had me in the palm of his hand, unable to do anything but moan and shudder.
His head dipped down, and he put his mouth on my neck. He took my skin between his teeth, and I tipped my head back to give him access.
The dream changed. I was suddenly bent over a bed, with deep red sheets and dark wood, and he was pounding into me from behind. My breasts swung back and forth with the motion, his balls slapped against my clit. He buried his hand in my hair and closed his fist, just enough to sting but not in a way that really hurt.
He pushed deep into me, deeper than I thought he could go, and I cried out.
His other hand gripped my hip, nails digging into my skin. He was hard and silky smooth inside of me, and he rubbed against my g-spot over and over.
I woke up from the orgasm. It rocked through my body and pulled me out of the dream, heat and sex pulsing through my body—even though it had just been a dream. I gasped and curled into a ball on the couch, feeling my body flush with heat before the orgasm subsided, and I came down again.
I pressed my hand to my forehead and groaned. It was hot as hell. And not real. And I shouldn’t have been thinking about these things. But the dream, God, I wanted that from him. I knew that I shouldn’t have, but I did.
CHAPTER 8
The cd bugged me. I felt it in my pocket all the way home. I chucked it on the cabinet next to my bed and got undressed until I was naked before I fell onto the mattress. Shit, spending time with her was getting to me. I didn’t spend time with the girls like this. Tanya was a nice person, and the more I got to know her, the more I felt guilty about wanting to use her for sex.
I had a meeting the next morning, and I had to escort a truck with three other bikers,
driving ahead to make sure the road was clear. Another shipment had come in, and we didn’t want any more trouble.
When I was done and finally back home it was late afternoon. I sat down in front of my laptop and checked my email. I was twitchy, my body felt hot, and I was irritated. I wanted to go out and look for a fight. A fight or a fuck.
I glanced over at the cabinet and spotted the cd. I had to check it to make sure it was the one I was supposed to get. And to see how much of me was on that system. Tanya had mentioned something about a video. The idea of seeing me pump into her on video got me hard. I got up and grabbed the cd, putting it into the laptop. I opened the files one by one until I found the one I was looking for.
It was black and white, but there was no mistaking it was the two of us. She was all innocent looking, shy but to the point. And then I’d just walked up to her and started fondling her. It had been wrong, but she’d been like a magnet. I’d wanted to get inside of her the minute I saw her.
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