Page 20 of Bombshell

When he left me in the kitchen, I sighed in relief and leaned back against the counter. That could have gone worse, but it could have gone better too. At what age would I stop being an awkward weirdo? With Canyon, I had managed not to be so nervous and clumsy. But Micah Abe got the worst version of me, it seemed.

Just my luck that the only sexy man I could be normal around was a criminal who hadn’t wanted me in the first place.

When I heard the front door close, I made my way to the bathroom. No use in standing around and thinking about all the ways I could have handled that better. It was done.

Micah got a phone call once he got back with breakfast, and I was finished eating mine and getting ready to leave for work by the time he was done.

When he walked back into the apartment, he looked at me and frowned. “Sorry that took so long. Had issues with one of our nightclubs last night, and I had to handle some things. You ready to go to work?”

“Yes, I need to go, but I put your food in the toaster oven on warm to keep it from getting cold, and there is an extra key to the apartment on the key ring just there.” I pointed at the location beside the door.

He didn’t glance back at it. “I’ll go grab my food, and we can go,” he said, walking past me.

We can go? What?

“You’re going now too? You can eat here and leave when you’re done or whenever you want to.”

“I’m driving you to work. One of the guys is meeting us there and will wait in the parking lot today to watch over you until you get off. I’ll be back to get you, but if not, he will bring you back here and stay until I can get here.”

Pulling my purse up on my shoulder higher, I thought about my words carefully before saying them. I didn’t want to argue more. I’d done plenty of that yesterday, and I was plumb exhausted from it. But I also didn’t see how this was needed. Not once had Canyon ever come by my work to see me. I wasn’t sure he knew where I worked exactly. Sure, we had discussed what I did, but never details.

“It’s a college library, Micah. I’m safe as can be. Most of the time, I’m in the back, pulling the resource requests sent in by professors. They have security and all that.”

Micah was chewing with his waffle wrapped around his fried chicken breast in one hand and his keys in the other. He walked past me and opened the door. I was going to be late if I didn’t leave now, so I went outside, and he followed me.

“Campus security is a fucking joke. Let’s go, Tink,” he replied simply and placed his hand on my lower back to lead me toward the stairs. “This is the best fried chicken I’ve ever put in my mouth. Great suggestion.”

I stared up at him, and he winked.

My privates started tingling again. Dang it.

10

Micah

Grabbing the bare ass bent over the bar as I slammed into the newest dancer we had hired at River Styx, I ignored my ringing phone. I was close to coming, and if she kept squeezing her cunt walls on my dick while she moaned like that, I was gonna get off even quicker.

“That’s it, sugar,” I praised her as Dylan walked into the room and stopped to glare at me.

I smirked and pumped harder. This was a good reminder for her. She needed those often. She liked to think I belonged to her when I had been telling her for years that I didn’t belong to anyone.

Reaching for her neck, I grabbed it and pulled her back toward my chest as I jerked my hips with my release. “Fuuuck,” I groaned through the pleasure.

Once I was done, I let her go and pulled free from her, then disposed of my condom.

“That didn’t take long,” Dylan said with a snarky bite in her tone.

I tugged up my jeans and fastened them before sparing her another glance, then slapped the new girl’s ass. “Never does when a woman knows how to work her pussy just right.”

I wasn’t positive about the girl’s name, but I thought she had said it was Rachel. Or was it Rama? It had an R—that much I knew. Her stage name was Rainbow. She had a theme going there. Anyway, she was young, but she had some teeth to her. I had no doubt she could handle Dylan.

“Thanks, sugar,” I told her before heading past Dylan and toward the door while pulling my phone from my pocket.

“That’s it. You just came for a fuck?” Dylan asked.

I paused and looked back at her. “What I do and when has never been your business.”

I had to stop letting her suck my dick. She was fantastic at it, but the shit that came along with it wasn’t worth it. It had gotten fucking old.

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