Page 16 of Carver's Obsession

Willow squealed and slapped her hands together. “I’ll teach you.”

Meg snorted. “No, you won’t. You’ll teach her how to cheat.”

“What’s your point?” Willow said and sneered.

“Oh, hell. Let’s get going. They’ll be at this for a while.” Alicia said and interlocked their elbows.

Erica was having a lot of fun just watching the two women. “Did I hear that they’re BFF?”

Kristina laughed. “Yup. They’re both a bit crazy. Willow’s the worst.”

“I heard that,” Willow yelled behind them.

Erica looked at Kristina and Alicia and saw them both grinning. They didn’t seem bothered about pissing Willow off. Erica would be a little more apprehensive.

In the kitchen, the women got out fixings for sandwiches and a few bags of chips.

“We don’t do a lot for lunch,” Kristina said. “We do try to make breakfast and dinner, though. If we want a day off, Striker has someone get donuts, and we order pizza for dinner.

Erica’s eyes widened when three scantily clad women walked into the kitchen. She could tell they didn’t like the girlfriends and vice versa.

“Erica, I’d like you to meet Paisley, Claire, and April. Three of the five sluts that live here.”

Kristina turned to the sluts. “This is Erica. She’s Jana’s sister, so you’ll be as respectful to her as you are to us. She’s under Gunner’s protection.”

“And mine.”

Erica turned to the door to see Carver, and her heartbeat thundered in her chest. Did he really just say she was under his protection? What exactly did that mean? And why would she need it?

“Yes,” Kristina said and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Carver or Gunner won’t put up with shit you give to Erica.”

“I can take care of myself,” Erica said. She didn’t want them to think she was weak.

“Do you have a minute, Erica?” Carver asked.

She looked at Kristina and got her nod.

Carver reached out, took her hand, and led her outside.

“Where are we going?”

“Just over here.”

He sat and pulled her down onto his lap.

“Easy,” he said when she tried to get up. “You’re fine.”

Erica tried to relax against his chest, but his scent and the feel of his hot skin made it nearly impossible to sit still.

“I want to hear it from you.”

“What?” Erica asked.

“You’re staying?”

“Well, yes. At least for a month. After that, I don’t know.”

“What will happen to make you stay?” he asked.

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