Page 19 of Rugger: The Huntress

“You lied,” Eric cleared his throat as he sat up taller in the passenger seat.

Silence.

“You said you’d never driven one of these befo– Maybe it wasn’t one of these but you’ve driven something, baby girl. The fuck are you– a fucking getaway driver?” He asked.

A hunter.

Don’t insult me.

“I don’t know if I should be turned the hell on or scared for my fucking life.”

Scared. Scared for your fucking life, Eric. Always.

“I’m–” He swallowed hard, “I’m flabbergasted. I’m im–”

Impressed.

“Eric–” I started, but was stopped, immediately.

“Your name.”

We approached the parking lot we’d left minutes earlier. As I contemplated the next few words out of my mouth, I backed into the same spot valet had reserved for his car earlier.

Once the engine settled, I turned to face him. Without a doubt, it would be his face I was sliding my pussy across before the night ended. His mother and father had done well. Every part of him was cream-worthy.

His eyes were big and curious like a toddler who had recently gained mobility. His skin was flawless. Every strand of hair on his face was manicured to perfection.

“Lauren.”

“Nice to fucking meet you, Lauren.”

He extended his right hand.

“Nice to meet you, Eric,” I chuckled, extending a hand to accept his.

“Whatever nigga you had waiting on your tonight, he’s going to have to keep waiting.”

His lips met the back of my hand. I pushed the lump of nothingness that swelled in my throat.

“Is that right?”

“I’m staying atTheBalgaria. Room 2490. I need you there before I close my eyes and when I open them in the morning.”

Eric leaned over slightly to remove a card from his pocket. The largeBon the front confirmed my suspicions. It was the key to his room.

I thudded with anticipation.The Balgariawas walking distance fromSlope. Essentially, they were in the same parking lot. Just likeSlope,The Balgariahad a massive bar that guests and their visitors scrambled to each night.

Before I could respond, he was already out of the car and on his way over to the driver’s side. Slowly, I stepped out as he heldthe door ajar. His feet were planted on the pavement, unmoving as I straightened my legs to reach my full span.

His chest pressed against mine. In the black pumps I wore, my height was extended, giving me the opportunity to match his. Eric’s family genes had served their purpose. He was a fine specimen.

I closed the driver’s door behind me, hardly able to remove my eyes from the man before me. He was slightly consuming. However, I wasn’t fully consumed. That was against the rule.Always against the rules. Though I was in the moment, I wasn’t of the moment.

My eyes were on Eric but my mind was elsewhere. My senses were in overdrive. And, survival mode was still in high gear. I’d captured the faces of twenty others in the short time we stood with our bodies pressed against one another.

“Dinner atBar Balgaria?” He proposed.

“Is it really food you’re interested in eating?”

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