Page 14 of Worth the Trouble

A black BMW 8 Series is pulled over, and it’s a car I’ve seen before, with a familiar figure bent over the hood as she talks on her phone. I swear this girl is looking for trouble. She’s oblivious to her surroundings and distracted just like she was the first time I met her.

I roll to a stop on the side of the road in front of her car and her eyes flick up at me, widening.

Damn, Lili is pretty. Ink black hair that falls nearly to her waist. Her dark, skintight, itty-bitty dress draws attention to her petite figure, and her empty skin begs to be carved up with tattoo ink.

Fuck me.

I’m pretty sure if my dick could talk, he’d actually say that to her. Because when she stands up straight and rolls her prissy shoulders back, all I want to do is bend her back over.

Apparently, I wasn’t going crazy that night a few days ago when I ran into her on the sidewalk. She really is that fucking beautiful. I chalked it up to the fact that my dick is willing to sink into just about anything right now because I don’t get hung up on girls. But there’s something about this one.

It’s those eyes. Darker because of her thick lashes and not afraid to look straight at me.

She’s soft but fearless. Curious but introverted.

A dichotomy.

“You,” she says as I slip off my helmet.

“Well, hello again, sweetheart.” I grin, not missing that it drags her attention for the briefest moment.

She tips her chin up. “Still not your sweetheart.”

“And I’myou?” I climb off my bike and walk up to her.

“Oh, that’s right, you’re probably used to people bowing at your feet.” She starts to roll her eyes, but almost as if she catches herself, she stops and narrows them instead.

“Am I?” I tilt my head and try to read the irritation on her pretty heart-shaped face.

Something about the fact that I’m riling her up makes me want to do it more.

“You are Rome Moreno, right? Or should I say, the Riff King?” She crosses her arms over her chest, and it pushes her small tits into perfect mounds.

“You looked me up?” I smile and get so close I’m definitely in her personal bubble. “I’m honored.”

Lili holds her ground, not blinking. “Don’t be.”

“Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel like less of a stalker.” I lean in because I can’t help myself. I need another hit of the scent that hasn’t left my head for days.

She smells as expensive as she looks. Like pears and sugar and wine. Like all the things a man like me isn’t allowed to taste, but he can’t fucking help himself.

Something about the fact that she’s delicate and sweet. Uptight and prissy. It makes me want to rile her up. To dirty her. To bleed her purity and replace it with sin. I want to fuck the polished defiance out of her and make a mess.

But that’s a dangerous thought because Lili isn’t like the girls I go for. Lili’s the kind of girl you wine and dine before you take her to bed. The kind of girl you hold doors open for. The kind of girl who expects things.

While I’m not the kind of man you expect shit from. I fuck you and leave you, and you thank me for it.

So why does this chick get under my skin?

“You lost, sweetheart?” I look around at the empty road, then back at her.

She shakes her head, and all it does is kick up that sweet scent of hers. “My car died.”

“I can see that.” I step in closer. “But why were you out in the middle of nowhere at this time of day? It’ll be dark soon. You like tempting danger?”

Lili narrows her eyes at the innuendo in my tone. Nothing gets past her. She’s smart—smart enough to know better than to trust me.

“It’s not the middle of nowhere.” She tips her chin up in defiance. “I live out here… for the time being anyway.”

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