Page 6 of Diesel
“Yeah well, that is the point of all of this,” Carrie continued. “Her fiancé paid for all of this and told us to help get her laid.”
My head whipped up and my body bulked with tension. There was something off here, and for some reason, it irked the shit out of me. It was time for me to go. I needed to get the hell out of there and far away from whatever fucked up thing they had going on.
“Calm down, biker boy. If you aren’t interested that’s fine. I’ll take you instead,” Blondie purred in my ear. I shrugged my shoulder trying to get her off of me.
“I think you should go. I don’t want any part in your games.” I growled low. Thank fuck they got the hint and sauntered off.
I sat there for a moment trying to collect myself. I couldn’t figure out what the fuck was wrong with me. I pulled out my wallet with every intention of paying and leaving right away. However, when I looked up in the mirror and saw the little pixie’s chair was empty, I froze. I turned my head to look and I couldn’t find her.
Where the hell did she go? This is not the place for someone like her to wander off on her own. Fuck.
I shouldn’t have been panicking. I shouldn’t have even given two shits about her. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why I did.
“Another one, sweetie?” I heard Blain say and my head snapped to the other side.
“Please. And seven shots of whatever they ordered last time.” Her voice was light and tiny, just like her body.
I could tell she was nervous standing there. She was doing her best not to look at me. I felt myself smiling over at her as she cut her eyes over in my direction. Yeah, she knew I was standing there watching her.
“They send you over here to get their drinks?” I asked, low and raw. She swallowed hard and nodded, still avoiding direct eye contact. “This their way of gettin’ you to talk to me?” I knew women, and I knew the games they played. Another tiny nod. God, she was fucking adorable.
“Look, I’m sorry. I hope they didn’t bother you. And I wasn’t coming over here to talk to you.” She still wouldn’t look at me as she talked. “I only came over here so they would stop pestering me about it. They are really drunk.” She sighed in frustration.
I turned on the stool so that I was facing her. She was close enough that I could reach out and pull her between my parted legs. And I wanted to, but I resisted the urge thinking it was all fucking wrong. After a moment of silence, she tucked her hair behind her ear and turned her head to fully look at me.
“Friends of yours?” I asked getting lost in her beautiful green eyes.
“Oh, definitely not,” she said. She quickly snapped her mouth shut as though she didn’t mean to say it like that. “I mean, I don’t know them. They are friends and associates of my fiancé. I don’t really… have any friends…” She looked down as if embarrassed by that fact. I studied her silently until Blain came back and set all the drinks down.
“You wanna get out of here?” The question flew out of my mouth before I even realized it. Oh, and I was very aware of how it sounded. And for the first time in my life, I actually didn’t mean it that way.
Her head snapped up. Her eyes went wide and her cheeks heated. She stood there frozen and I held back a chuckle.
“Relax. It just seems like you don’t really want to be here, with them,” I jutted my head towards the table. “We can get out of here. Maybe someplace you feel more comfortable. Or I could even take you home if you want.” I stood and tossed down some bills in front of all the drinks she had ordered.
I was no hero. No knight in shining armor. But the way she was looking up at me made me feel like one for the first time ever in my life. She nodded and that was all the confirmation I needed. I took her hand and led her out of the bar, not even looking back once to see if herfriendshad noticed.
My hand completely enveloped hers and I found myself liking the way it felt. Once we were outside, she took in a deep breath and looked up at the sky. The sun had gone down and the moon hung low in the sky. I reluctantly dropped her hand and her head sagged to look at the area between us. I wondered if I should have held on longer. I certainly wanted to.
What the hell is going on with me?
