Page 9 of Viper
Her dark red hair is down and straight, with non-existent makeup, showcasing the freckles dusting her nose, and she’s dressed in jeans and a plain, flowy top with thin straps.
“I am so sorry I’m late,” she says as she takes the stool next to me, and I nod, still taking her in.
She didn’t even try and looks completely breathtaking.
Fuck me, I bet when she does try she’ll knock me completely out of orbit because right now, if I wasn’t already sitting down, she’d knock me on my ass.
“What can I get ya, sweets?” Matty says, gaining my attention, snapping me away from how beautiful this woman really is, and I narrow my eyes at him being flirty, but he smirks at me and sends me a wink.
Fucker knows I can’t snap at him.
I mouth, “Ring tomorrow,” and he flinches but tries to hide it, making me grin while Lake says, “Can I have a Coke, please?”
I raise a brow at her, but she smiles and admits, “I’m on early shift tomorrow.”
I nod and take a drink of my beer as I eye her up, her nerves that I find completely adorable radiating from her.
“How did it go with the girl?” I ask, hoping talking about her work will ease her as Matty goes to grab her drink, and she winces before admitting, “We had to call the cops, that’s why I’m late.”
“Shit, really?” I ask in shock, my brows high, and she nods as she gently tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear.
Matty drops off her drink and she gives him a small smile that makes me want to throat punch the fucker. Which is weird because I have never had a reaction to a woman like this before. She looks down at her glass before picking it up, the small piece of hair she tucked behind her ear coming loose again.
Why is her hair color so familiar?
“Yeah, the girl ended up jumping on Callum’s back,” she admits after taking a sip of her drink, and I confirm, “Your partner?”
She nods then continues, “She dug her nails into his cheek, assaulting him while screeching that she needed to go to the hospital.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, then ask, “Did she have to go?”
She snorts, twisting her body on the stool my way, giving me her entire attention, and replies, “No, she was a hypochondriac with no health insurance. When I nearly bumped into you, she was screaming at her father because he refused to pay for her to go in over a torn toenail.”
I chuckle before taking a sip of my beer, then ask, “Do you deal with many patients like that?”
“No,” she admits, “though we did get called out yesterday to a guy who got his you know what stuck in his vacuum,” before her eyes widen and I laugh as her cheeks redden.
“You ramble a little when you're nervous, huh?” I confirm as I turn my body on my stool, ensuring one of her legs goes inbetween mine, feeling at ease with her, which again is fucking weird.
“I told you I’ve never done this before,” she reminds me, but I deny, “No, you told me you’ve never asked a guy out before.”
“Oh,” she mutters, then admits, “I’ve never dated.”
I raise a brow and ask in shock, “How is that even possible?”
She winces and says, “My birth mom, well, she never wanted me, but had a bad reputation, so my dad homeschooled me. Don’t get me wrong, I have a few close friends thanks to the woman who was a motherly figure in my life over the years, but dating never really interested me.”
“Then you bumped into me, huh?” I say with a smirk, and her cheeks heat again. I have to admit, I’m beginning to love that look on her.
Lake clears her throat as she grabs her glass and takes a sip before changing the subject, “So what do you do? I mean I know you know what I do...”
I chuckle, “Relax, you can ask me questions.”
I swear if her cheeks redden anymore, she’s going to end up staying that color, though it is cute as fuck.
“I uh, I work in a strip club,” I reluctantly admit, not wanting to give too much away, and her eyes widen as she asks, “You strip?”
Fuck!
