Page 29 of Property of Big Daddy

“You don’t need his name.Scotty passed away.The part of my story you didn’t hear is that he ran from the police and took them on a high-speed chase.One that ended with the truck he stole crashed into a cement wall.He wasn’t wearing a seat belt, and his head went through the windshield.He died on impact.”

“Good,” he grumbles, looking pissed that Scotty had died before he could get his hands on him.

“Can we talk about something else?”I sit on the edge of the desk, and he offers the blunt to me.I shake my head.I’ve never been a fan of drugs and the way they impair people, but especially after what was done to me.“You’re doing a nice thing with Daisy.”

“Best thing for her is to get her sober and ship her off to a club on the East Coast.”

“But?”I ask, anticipating his answer.

“Lunatic might follow after her and I’d hate to lose one of my best guys to another chapter.”

“Who or what is she running from?”

“I’d like to tell you, but now’s not the time to get into it.”

“Why?”

“It’s club business.Some shit I’m not going to be able to share with you and even when I can share, I don’t need you gossiping about it with Cecilia at the salon.Not saying you would, but places like that make women’s mouths move.”

“I don’t like that, but I understand.”

“If you’re going to be with me, there’s a lot you won’t like.”

“Like what?”

“There’s going to be times when you won’t hear from me for a day or three.Questions that you can’t ask.Answers you won’t like.But you can be assured that when I say you’re mine that I won’t step out.Not on the road.Not behind your back.I’ll treat you good.Spoil your ass.Dick you down, but you need to know that I will never marry again.And I don’t want kids.Been there and done that.Not looking to go down that road again.Think you can handle that?”

“I don’t want to live with you.I’ve got my own life and I’m not ready to mold my life around another man.I’m not ready for kids and currently don’t want a ring on my finger.”

“Still want you in my bed at night, but we’ll discuss that more later.”He takes another hit of his blunt, cracks a smile at me, then stubs it out in the ashtray on his desk.

“I’ve got to get home soon.Need to do my laundry.”

“I can have a prospect do it for you.”“You want your prospect washing my unmentionables?”

“Guess not.”He goes to his feet, standing in front of where I’m still perched at the edge of the desk.“Give me that mouth.”

I press a hand to his chest.“Not with smoke on your breath.”

He chuckles.“You don’t like me smoking?”He crowds me, placing his palms down on either side of me, caging me in his warmth.

“I don’t mind it, but I don’t want to kiss you when you do it.”

“All right.”He straightens and holds out a hand to help me off the desk.

His arms go around me, and I lean into his hard, muscled embrace.He holds one hand at my hip, and the other at the base of my spine, before sliding it down to squeeze my ass.My pulse races as he stares down at me.The chemistry between us is undeniable, and despite what I said, I do want to kiss him right now.I’m simply too stubborn to admit it.

His other hand slides up inside my shirt, softly caressing the skin beneath my breasts.Goosebumps pebble across my skin, but I’m anything but cold.

“You ready for me to drive you home so you can wash your undies,” he teases, staring at my lips.

“Yeah,” I lie, debating going back on what I said about staying here with him.I push up off the balls of my feet, angling for him to meet me halfway for a kiss.

“Thought you didn’t want to kiss me because I’ve been smoking?”He grins at me.

“A girl can change her mind.”

“This mean you’re going to sleep in my bed tonight?”

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