Page 4 of The Gift

“Yes. For tonight, it’s just you and me. Two strangers passing the time together.”

“But we’re not really strangers,” I muse.

“But we are,” he says, sitting back in the booth, his arm resting on the back. “I don’t know how old you are or where you’re from. I don’t even know your last name. And you know even less about me.”

“Maybe I prefer it that way,” I reply, mimicking his casually relaxed pose. “Tell me something about you. Something that you wouldn’t use as a line to get laid.”

He studies me, looking for something before he leans forward, beckoning me with a crook of his finger. “I watched my father die,” he says in a low whisper. “I handed him over to a rival club and watched a man slit his throat. And I didn’t feel a damn thing.”

“I was rescued from a sex trafficking ring,” I counter. “But I’m one of the lucky ones. No one ever touched me.”

“Damn,” Bishop replies. “I was most certainly not expecting that.”

“There are a lot of things about me that people don’t expect.”

He nods, drinking from his glass.

Over the loudspeaker, a man announces the next dancer just before a bass heavy song starts. I turn my attention to the stage and watch a blonde woman with obviously fake breastssaunter to the pole in a red leather outfit.

I watch her dance and take off her clothing item by item. She’s good, but the red head was better. I can feel Bishop’s stare as he watches me instead of the show. I see the woman look at him with a frown. She was clearly expecting him to watch. She glares at me, and I smile brightly before sending her a wink.

“Are you into women?” Bishop asks, drawing my attention to him.

“Not that I know of,” I reply with a smirk.

“What was the wink?”

“She’s pissed because you’re staring at me instead of her,” I explain. “I’m just pushing her buttons.”

He laughs freely and the sound makes my stomach flutter.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I ask. This entire situation is way out of my comfort zone, but I am throwing caution to the wind. I’ve wanted Bishop since the first moment I laid eyes on him and this seems like my chance.

Bishop grabs his glass and slams down his drink before standing, his hand outstretched to me. I finish my drink before placing my palm against his and allowing him to lead me out of the strip club. He leads me directly to my car, a fact I don’t question.

He pushes me against the side of the little sportscar, his hand resting against the column of my neck. He holds me in place, but I instinctively know he will let me go if I push back. It doesn’t make any sense, but I know I have nothing to fear around him.

“If we do this, it’s one night only,” he says, holding my gaze, making sure I know how serious he is. “No strings attached, no awkward calls afterward.”

I tilt my chin up. “I’m not going to fall in love, Bishop. It’s just sex.”

His lips descend on mine, kissing me senseless. He lifts my leg, hooking it over his hip and grinding his erection into the apex of my sex. A mewling sound falls from my lips. The hem of my little red dress has ridden up, bunching above my panties.

A cold breeze blows over us and an involuntary shiver works its way through me.

Bishop lowers my leg and fixes my dress. “I’ll follow you.” His long legs stride away from me until he is standing beside a chrome and white motorcycle.

My legs haven’t moved yet, my lips and pussy still tingling from what he just did to me.

From across the lot, he smirks and I want to slap him.

Instead, I unlock my car and start the engine. I drive to the only hotel in downtown Gypsy Falls. If I am going to do this, I don’t want him in my personal space. I don’t want to have the memory of him lingering there once he walks away.

Chapter Four

Bishop

She drives to a hotel in town instead of heading back to the city. I was not expecting that. I thought she would take me to her place, but this is even better. Riding my bike with a raging erection is not something I enjoy doing. I also don’t want her to have too much time to change her mind.

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