Page 5 of Body Lock

Why is a woman like that working here?

Did she come here for a shot at stardom? Modeling maybe?

There had to be a reason she was working in this shit hole. New York was a tough city to live in. A lot of people moved here hoping to become famous. Whether it was on Broadway, or with a big magazine.

For most, that moment never came.

Could this be her too?

Was she here with big city eyes, only to find dead ends, never catching her big break? Were doors slammed closed on her dreams, leaving her to scrounge for tips, and an hourly wage that was practically a crime?

Stretching her arm out, the glass came down much lighter this time. Reaching for it instantly, I took the chance to brush my finger across her wrist. Her face fell towards the floor, eyes peering up as she yanked her arm back. “Thanks, Doll.”

“Doll?Why did you ask me my name if you're just going to call me something else?” Her brow arched up, palm fixed on the seam of her jeans.

“I like the sound it makes when it rolls off my tongue. But, it's not the only thing my tongue is good at rolling.” My head tilted to the side, eyes riding over her curves.

A tremor ran through her body, the ripple was subtle, but I caught it and she knew it. Her hand drew up to the base of her head, fingers diving into the roots, shifting her gaze between my face and the ceiling.

Straightening her neck, her spine followed. “Are you always this full of shit? Pervert.” Her lips held firm, pursing tightly.

The light crinkles in the corners of her mouth were so fucking cute, there was a deep seeded desire to thumb her lower lip, and cup her jaw. I had to force my fingertips to stay static, keeping them busy by gripping around my drink with every bit of effort I had.

No matter how hard she tried to pretend I hadn't just dampened her panties, her tits lifting rapidly with air, thighs squeezing together so tightly they could crush a fucking rock; well, it all told me a different story.

“Maybe, would it matter either way?”

Veering her stare, Cadence shook her head. “I haven't seen you in here before, are you new to town?”

“No, not exactly. I'm new to this bar, but I won't be after tonight.” Spinning the glass, I watched the liquid swirl like a small funnel. “After tonight, you'll be seeing a whole lot more of me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yup, so get used to this pretty face. I'm already in need of more of yours.”

“I hate to break it to you, but I'm off limits.”

“No one is ever off limits.” Running my hand over the hollow of my throat, I eyed her curiously. “Are you married?”

“No,” she said, holding up her hand and twisting it to show there was no ring.

“Then you're not off limits, you're fair game...” Pushing my drink to the side, I waved her closer with a single finger. “You're going to be mine.”

A sweet laugh rolled off her tongue, head tilting a hair into her shoulders. “Does this shit usually work for you to get a girl? Because I don't want to knock you off your high horse, but I don't do customers.”

“Your life's about to change, Doll, and I'm the one who's going to change it.”

“You're a confident man, huh? How can you be so sure?” Folding her arms over her chest, her tits pushed up, breaking the seam of her shirt.

Letting my eyes lick her body, I drifted from her face to her chest, and back to her eyes. “Because when I want something, I'll go through anything to get it.”

Her skin broke in goosebumps, a quick breath of air shot into her lungs with a tender gasp. “I... I—” Suddenly, from the other side of the bar, a loud bang echoed through the room. Cadence whipped her head over her shoulder, her thick mane following, and cascading onto her chest.

The sound was so intense that the glasses shook against the track, rattling into each other. People halted their conversations to take notice of the sudden pop.

“Hey! How about some service over here!?” The voice bellowed through the musty air.

I watched her demeanor change immediately. Her back became rigid, every muscle tensed in her face. Stepping towards him, she spoke with a firm tone.“Excuse me?How about you ask that again, only this time ask nicely.” An open palm rested against her hip, head cocking to the side.

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