I never did see that cake. “You could say that.”
“She’s sweet as pie to me. Just like her mama. What’d you do to piss her off?”
“Got no fucking idea.” I do have an idea, and it’s that King’s daughter doesn’t like to be told when she’s being an entitled princess.
I leave her to Mace and head to the clubhouse to see King. Once I’m finished there, I pick up some beer and go home. I’m less than impressed when I get home and find Lynette waiting for me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask as I take the steps up to my front door.
She comes towards me, a flirty smile in place. “Aw, don’t be like that, Fury. I thought we could make up after last week.”
I push her away when she gets too close. “Make up for what? I told you I never wanted to see you again.” Jesus, these women today.
Confusion creeps into her eyes, which perplexes me. I was straight up with her last week; I told her nothing would ever happen between us, so fuck knows why she’s confused. She bites her lip. “I thought you just said that in the heat of the moment, you know, while we were fighting. I didn’t think you meant it.”
“Lynette, we need to get one thing straight: I never say anything I don’t mean, so when I say something, take it the fuck in.”
She fiddles with her necklace and then traces her finger along her collarbone while fluttering her lashes. Fuck me. I do not need this shit tonight. “What if I say sorry for losing it at you last week? What would you say to that?”
“I’d tell you it changes nothing.”
“You’re being serious, aren’t you? I mean, I’m just happy to suck your dick if that’s all you want. I won’t give you any problems—”
I can’t listen to this anymore. “Can you hear yourself? The disrespect you’re showing yourself? Why in the fuck would you want to suck my dick after everything I’ve just said to you?”
She appears to finally be getting it when she frowns and says, “Well now you’re just being an asshole. You’ve never had a problem fucking me before. It’s not like you’ve ever shown me any respect.”
“Yeah, I have. I’m all for sex, but I’ll never fuck a woman who doesn’t understand it’s just sex. I admit I misread you. I’m sorry you thought this was more than what it was. And now I’m respecting you enough to not fuck you.”
After thinking about that for a few moments, she does the complete opposite of what I thought she’d do. Instead of leaving, she moves closer and smiles. “Okay, so I get it now. This isn’t anything more than sex.”
I shove my fingers through my hair. “Fucking hell, Lynette. What the fuck are you doing? This is nothing. I’m not fucking you again. You need to leave.”
Her lips flatten and she finally does something smart when she steps away from me. “Fine. But you’re missing out on something here. You know we were magic in bed. Don’t bother calling me when you remember that and miss me.”
I watch her go, thinking about what she said. We did have good sex. It’s why I slept with her a few times. But it wasn’t magic. I sure as fuck wouldn’t be pushing her away if I felt like it was. I’m not even convinced magic exists in the way she thinks it does. Sex is a pure physical release as far as I’m concerned. Nothing more.
Once she’s gone, I head inside, grab a beer, and kick back on the couch. I need a shower, but I need this beer more. As I suck some back, my thoughts go straight to Zara and my mind conjures up an image of her in those running shorts. It also flashes her attitude with that image. I’m not usually a fan of women who argue back, so it surprises the fuck out of me that I’m turned on by her sass. I want to take that sass and force her to shut up, but I also want more of it. She’s a goddam mindfuck is what she is, and I can’t recall ever feeling this way about a woman before.
A teenager.
She’s a fucking teenager.
Seven years younger than you.
And King’s fucking daughter.
I throw more beer down my throat.
Any way I look at this, I lose. If I continue watching her, my dick is just gonna get harder for her. I fucking know that. If I follow through on that, I’m a dead fucking man as far as King’s concerned. And if I ask him to remove me and give me something else to do, he’s gonna be pissed. You don’t ask King for a different job. Not if you wanna stay on his good side.
Fuck.
I finish the beer and strip so I can take a shower, continuing to turn these thoughts over in my mind. By the time I’ve finished in the shower, I’ve decided I need to suck it up and make this job work. There’s plenty of fucking women out there; Zara’s not the only one.
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Zara