Page 3 of Whiskey's Redemption

Jamieson — Present Day

“Fuck me ten ways to Sunday! No, you don’t get it. If I don’t have that whore on the plane in twenty minutes, I’ll be the one giving him a handy.”

I can easily hear everything she says, mainly because of her volume. She’s definitely making the poor soul on the other end of the phone piss their pants.

I like women like her, women with fire. Only thing is I’d just left my brother Wyatt’s hospital room, and the very last thing I need is further chick drama after my sister’s pouting. Dealing with family has been a strain on my patience. I’m in California after all, the worst place for someone like me to be. I’m here for my family after the death of my estranged mother and hospitalization of my little brother after a car accident that nearly cost him and his girlfriend their lives as well.

I’d rather be home in Colorado with hard packed snow and easy women. Women with sass are fantastic, but I want easy after the troubles of today.

This one sounds like heaps of trouble.

Her tone is husky and familiar, but that happens a lot when you’ve screwed as many women as I have.

Honestly, I’m not a nosy fuck, and I really couldn’t give a shit what this girl is talking about—so vividly in a public hospital, I might add—but I find I’m intrigued as I round the hall toward the elevator bank.

Waiting around the corner as I listen like a stalker, I hear her say, “I’m so pissed.”

Stepping around the corner, I lean against the wall, checking her out from head to toe. As she paces, continuing to talk wildly into the phone, I know who she is immediately. She’s in a neat gray pant suit, black heels with the telltale red insteps, and a light gray, fluttery, see-through shirt showing her pretty gray bra that showcases her rosy nipples. Her jet-black hair is pin straight and pulled into a high ponytail.

Well, shit.

Beautiful as always, Carli.

“I know it doesn’t matter. I just hate that she shushed me out the door like a common garden rat. She’s my friend and Ideserveto see her. Her boyfriend’s sister shouldn’t be allowed to tell me off. If I ever cared to involve—”

Turning, she sees me. Her eyes widen, her stance stiffens, and those baby blue eyes glare daggers at me.

“I’ll call you back.” She abruptly ends the call and directs her full attention my way and I smile. Actually, I give her a sarcastic grin that I’ve learned gets me into heaps of trouble when I use it.

Right now, that’s exactly what I want.

“Carli, nice to see you again.”

“Asshole,” she sneers. She neatly places her phone into a slot in her shoulder bag, which is dangling close to the floor, treating her twenty-thousand-dollar Louis like gutter trash.

Stepping close, I reach past her, selecting the down button for the elevator and ask, “Were you here turning tricks?”

“Were you here visiting a ski bunny?” she quips back without looking at me.

“Snowboard, Carli. I ride snowboards.” Smirking, I run my tongue along my teeth, remembering the last time this fireball and I crossed paths.

“I’m sure you’re not picky,” she mutters.

Trying to hold her ground with a mean, sullen stare, I step in even closer so she has to look up. Breathing by her ear, I get a whiff of her perfume which is goddamn intoxicating. It’s that floral shit I normally find to be a turn off, but fuck, it’s nice on her. I know I’m playing a dangerous game of chicken, and I’m not sure who’s going to win this shit as Carli can give me a run for my money. And I know she’s enjoying this, just like I know I am.

“Let me remind you what it is, Carli. It’s long, wide, hard, and meant to be ridden for hours.” She doesn’t flinch, but looks straight up at me, throwing off the heat of a thousand suns. I’m taunting her. Carli’s as insatiable as they come.

The woman could burn a planet. She could literally fry eggs with a glare. Why I let her get to meisn’t a fucking mystery, though. I let her because it’s fun and challenging. I like challenges.

It’s been a long time since something or someone has challenged me.

“Crown, you can go play with your little wooden toys. I prefer the real thing.” Reaching out, she strokes her hand up my leg, coming dangerously close to my cock. Carli sighs and lets out a sweet little grunt as she brushes her knuckles across the soft bulge in my jeans. “Sorry, but this might not be enough for someone like me.”

Grasping her hand, I hold her still against my jeans. “You’d be amazed what happens when the lights go low and the monster gets loose. I’m sure you’d change your tune to a few well-timed screams and moans, Katana.”

With a chime, breaking our silent singular moment, the doors to the elevator open. Releasing her grip on my cock, I move away. Sauntering right into the waiting carriage as if nothing’s amiss, I push the close button. “I don’t think there’s enough room in here for your ego and kick ass bravado, Katana. You can wait for the next one.”

Tossing her heavy purse high onto her shoulder, she walks toward me, stepping in gracefully as she grins with glee before giving me her back. “With a winky like that, Crown, let’s not play this game and say we did.” She presses the same button ten times in a row. She’s well and worked up.

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