Page 9 of Filthy Devil

“Doesn’t seem like you have much of a choice, babe.”

She clears her throat and dips her chin slightly, her gaze continuing to stay focused on mine. Then she reaches for the hem of her shirt and peels it from her body, tossing it onto the floor somewhere.

I don’t look at where her shirt landed because my gaze is fixated on her bare tits. I didn’t realize she wasn’t wearing a bra. I swear to fuck I have to bite back a groan at the sight of her body.

“James,” I mumble as I tear my eyes from her tits to meet her gaze.

She smirks, no doubt knowing what she’s doing to me. Young or not, she is still a woman, after all. She takes another steptoward me, standing just a few inches from me. I can feel the heat of her body.

“Keep me, Nash.”

Fuck.

Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair, tugging on the ends as I force myself to take a few steps backward. “Shower and sleep, babe. Tomorrow, we’ll go over the future.”

I turn around and walk out of the room, my cock begging me to go back and fuck her. Cursing me for not doing it. Instead, I lock the bedroom door behind me and make my way to my office.

I’m going to stay right here, my eye on her door as I drink myself to oblivion and hope that it keeps me from walking back into that bedroom and absolutely fucking her into exhaustion.

Sinking down into my chair, I reach into the bottom drawer of my desk and take out the bottle of Crown. I don’t bother grabbing a glass. I don’t need one. I turn to face the hallway, my gaze fixated on the apartment door as I take a swig of the booze.

This is going to be a goddamn cluster. When I agreed to bring this girl here, it was under the assumption that I would give her a job as a dancer. She was going to be safe, under my protection, and be able to earn a living at the same time.

Now, I’m not so sure that’s where she can be. Mainly because I’m way too fucking attracted to her. I’m going to have to make some decisions, and I know for a fact nobody is going to like them. But keeping her here is going to be trouble.

And Vixen may have fucked over the Dark Horse MC at the end of her life, but she was a loyal clubwhore for a long fucking time. We, as a club, have already taken that vow to protect this woman—her daughter—but that doesn’t mean she can stay here. Because she clearly cannot.

I’m fifty-six years old, but I’m not dead. That hot body across the hall is too fucking tempting for me. I’m not going tocompletely lose control because I saw her tits, but I know myself well enough to know that all it will take is her offering herself again, one drunken night, and all bets are fucking off.

I’m going to, without a doubt, take her up on that offer, and I won’t feel the slightest bit guilty, considering we’re both adults. But that doesn’t mean I need to be oblivious to the facts.

She’s a woman.

I’m a man.

But she’s also over thirty years younger than me. Her life has been turned upside down, and I’m trying to be a decent fucking human for once in my life and stay away from her so I don’t fuck her up.

Because the last thing I want to do is fuck up this girl who has so clearly had a hard go of shit. I’m trying not to be the man I was when I had my own kid and to be better. I’m not sure how long that can last, though, so she’s got to go.

CHAPTER

FOUR

JAMES

After my shower,I look around the little apartment for something to wear and thankfully find a drawer with men’s T-shirts and sweats, along with boxer briefs and socks.

Considering that I have absolutely nothing except the dirty clothes that had been on my back, I’m excited to find something clean.

The bathroom also contained nothing other than a simple bar of soap and shampoo that smelled like cedarwood and two fluffy towels. I haven’t been able to find a comb or brush anywhere, so my unconditioned hair is also going to be a tangled mess. That’s okay with me.

I’m clean and seemingly safe—for now, which is a better position than I was in just a few hours ago.

But as I lay my wet head on the pillow, I can’t help but wonder what is going to happen next. I imagine that whatever it is, I’m not ready for it, mainly because I’m not ready for anything at all.

Nothing.

I don’t even want to know what’s coming my way. I want to live in a state of denial and pretend that I never did any of this.

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