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She smiles and holds out her hand. “I’m Ella.”
I take her hand, but the moment her fingers curl around mine, a thrill zips through me, and for a long moment everything goes quiet, and all I’m aware of is the gentle touch of her skin on my skin.
The fuck?
I look at Ella, who clearly didn’t feel the same thing because she’s looking at me like I’m a complete fucking weirdo.
“And your name would be?” she asks.
I pull my hand away, not sure what the fuck just happened. But when I do, her watch slips off her wrist. Thinking quick, I grab it before it falls to the floor.
“Oh, the damn clasp keeps breaking,” she says.
I wrap it around her wrist and fix the clasp so it’s more secure. “You might want to get that fixed properly.”
“Thanks, I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost it.”
As I’m letting it go, I brush my fingers across her skin and feel another zap of whatever-the-fuck-that-is go through me.
“So are you going to stand there looking like you’ve just been struck by lightning or are you going to tell me your name?” she asks.
Jesus, what is wrong with me?
“Lars.”
She smiles, and it feels like sunshine spreading through my chest.
Jesus, get a grip.
“I like that name,” she says. “So Lars, before Cheezy spilled a bottle of beer over me, he pointed you out as the enforcer for the club.”
“I am.”
“So what does an enforcer do?”
“The stuff no one else has the stomach to do.” The words slip out before I can stop them. Because like I said, all my common sense left me the moment she slid her tongue along my skin. “But I don’t want to talk about me. Let’s talk about you.”
“You don’t want to talk about me. I’m boring.”
“Sweetheart, there ain’t nothing boring about you.”
“Okay, look, if you want your dick sucked tonight then you’re wasting your time with me.”
I lift my brow. “Your preoccupation with my dick getting sucked is quite concerning. Tell me more.”
She chuckles like she can’t help herself. “I’m not preoccupied with it.”
“You’ve mentioned it twice in….” I make a show of looking at her watch. “The last ten minutes. Be honest, is there something you want to tell me?”
“Other than you’re annoying, way too confident, and completely not my type, then no, there isn’t.” She holds up a finger. “No wait. There is something I need to know.”
“Anything.”
“Where’s the bathroom? I need to pee.”
CHAPTER 10
Ella
