Page 15 of Sexploitation

My gaze flickersto the entrance of the White Rabbit as the door opens, disappointment and relief flooding me at the same time when one of our regulars walks inside. It’s been an unusually slow night, painfully so. Tuesdays are one of our busiest nights thanks to the ‘Two for Tuesday’ promo. Nothing draws a crowd in like free booze. But as luck would have it, it’s been dead in here all night, giving me way too much time to think and worry.

Krista eyes me with amusement, her lips curving into a crooked grin as I pull out my phone and check it again. Still nothing from Parker. The wait is driving me mad. When I sent Parker a text Sunday morning, asking when we could go out again, she immediately responded saying she’d see me here tonight and we could discuss it then. Which was very unexpected, given the wrath on her face Saturday night. I figured she’d at least need some time to calm down and come up with her next plan of attack.

“What?” I snap, shoving my phone in my back pocket.

Krista chuckles, her arms crossing as she leans into the bar. “God, this woman has you twisted up like a pretzel. I can’t fucking wait to meet her.”

Something tells me that Krista and Parker would get along great. They’re both stubbornly headstrong, independent women with hard exteriors and gooey centers.

I flip her off. “Screw you. She doesn’t have metwisted up like a pretzel.”

“Dude, you’ve checked your phone like a hundred times in the past two hours. And your whole body goes tense every time someone walks in.”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “There’s no way Parker is giving in this easily. I know she’s got something up her sleeve for tonight.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Krista quips. “It’s a little boring in here. I could use some entertainment. And you totally deserve it after the shit you pulled Saturday night.”

After forcing myself to walk away from Parker the other night, I came straight here to have a stiff drink and talk to Krista. Who didn’t exactly lend me a sympathetic ear. She was pissed off on Parker’s behalf. It’s not like it was easy for me to leave her, knowing she was primed and ready for me.

“You know I didn’t do it to be an asshole.”

She presses her lips, an eyebrow raised. “Maybe not, but it doesn’t make you any less of one for doing it.”

“Thanks,” I groan. “That’s very helpful and insightful. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You want my advice? Fine. Stop being an idiot.” She smirks as I cut my eyes at her. “Seriously, though... I know you really like her, and you’ve got it in your head that sleeping with her too soon will fuck things up. But I think you’re going about this all wrong. You should show her exactly what she’ll be missing out on. Prove to her thatthe Dis worth sticking around for.”

Fuck.I think she might be right. Perhaps it’s time to change tactics—give her what she wants and let her think she’s won. Then maybe she’ll let her guard down. I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer, anyway. It took all my willpower to turn her down a second time. Especially after getting a little taste of her.

Krista gives me a smug grin as she walks off, moving toward the end of the bar to help a customer. My head is still spinning from this new revelation, my mind still trying to figure out my next move, when the door opens again. All rational thought evaporates the second Parker strolls in with a guy on her arm, a primal possessiveness washing over me.

This is just another one of her poorly veiled attempts to wrestle back control. As if she ever had it to begin with. Parker is clearly used to dealing with punk ass men who are easily manipulated, men who will come running at the snap of her fingers. Just like the one at her side now. But she’s about to learn what it’s like to be with a real man.

Parker makes her way across the bar, sitting at one of the high tops without even looking my way. But she knows I’m watching. The curve in her lips gives her away. She puts on a show for me, tossing her blonde hair as she laughs at something the asshole says.

“Oh, shit. That’s her, isn’t it?” Krista asks, humor laced in her tone. “Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I certainly see what the fuss is about.”

Parker always looks like a knockout, and tonight is no exception. Her delectable body is on display in the short, strapless sundress she’s wearing, much like the one she had on that first night.

My feet are moving before I even realize it, carrying me over to Parker. Triumph lights up her face when I step up to the table, her hazel eyes widening as I grab her by the nape of the neck and pull her head back. My mouth crashes into hers, my tongue greedy as it tangles with hers. The kiss is claiming, aggressive yet sensual.

Parker’s stare is hazy and unfocused by the time I pry my mouth from hers, her lips puffy and pink.

“Hello there, Peach.”

“Dude, what the fuck?” her date whines.

He shrinks back as I stand tall, looking like he’s about to shit himself. “Tell you what, man. My girl and I have some things todiscuss.” Parker eyes my hand with confusion when I hold it out for her but quickly takes it, hopping off the chair. “And it’s definitely going to take a while.” I wink at him, patting him on the back, and his eyes narrow, his nostrils flaring with anger. “Why don’t you go and get yourself a drink? You can let the pretty bartender know it’s on the house. Then once you’re done, I want you to get the hell out of my bar.”

Parker doesn’t resist as I pull her toward the back, her short legs struggling to keep my stride. “Umm... excuse me. Exactly what do you think you’re doing?”

“Giving you what you came here for.”

She smirks as we walk into my office. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came here on a—”

“No, we’re done playing games,” I grit out, closing and locking the door. “I told you you’d be mine, and I’m about to make sure of that.”

Parker

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