Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Shelby,” she says and that throaty voice of hers caresses every nerve ending I have and makes me hard as a fucking rock.
“Nursing pay so fucking shitty you got to moonlight here, Freckles?”
She blinks. “Freckles?”
“Yeah, you got a fucking lot of them on your arms, baby.”
She peeks down at her arms as if to prove me wrong and then shrugs. “I don’t think so.”
“I do. Makes a man wonder if they’re all over your body.”
“Let me end your suspense, I do. Now, what can I get you?”
“You could get on the back of my bike and let me see for myself if they are,” I counter.
“Sorry. I’ve sworn off bikers and well, men in general.”
“You pitching for the other team? I’m not against enjoying that as long as I can join in.”
“Wow,” she breathes. I figure she’s not impressed, but she needs to get used to who I am. I’m not about to change for anyone. “You’re definitely not shy,” she says her fair skin heating with color.
“Never been accused of it, no. You didn’t tell me why you’re working here if you’re a nurse.”
“Is there a rule a girl can’t have two jobs?” I cock an eyebrow and wait. I mean, I like playing games as much as anyone, but I want her to answer me… Fuck, I want her to answer to me. She shakes her head. “I’m helping out my grandmother. She had a doctor’s appointment today. Now, are you going to order or ask me questions all day?”
“I told you what I’d rather do with you.”
“That’s off the table,” she says. “Although, if you want to get technical, it was never on the table.”
“You got fire, Freckles. Makes a man itch to tame you.”
She lets out a huge sigh. “Don’t call me Freckles.”
“Why?”
“You sure ask a lot of questions. Because I don’t like it.”
“I’ll take the special and a cup of coffee—black.”
“Got it,” she quips, turning away from the table.
“Hey, Freckles?”
“Yeah,” she calls, glancing over her shoulder, shooting little daggers at me for calling her Freckles again.
“Want to make you a promise.”
“A promise?”
“Yeah.” I lick my lips and her eyes drop to my mouth. “I promise you that before we’re done with our dance, I’m going to fuck you on a table.”
“Never going to happen.”
“And because of that response, I’ll also fuck you bent over the table.”
“Doubt my boyfriend would go for that,” she counters.
“You said you’ve sworn off men, Shelby. You tryin’ to lie to me, baby? You know what happens to bad girls don’t you?”
“I have sworn off of them—except for my boyfriend,” she scrambles and she’s clearly lying.
I grin. “You got a ring on your finger?”
She looks down at her hand and frowns.
“Then you’re fair game, Freckles, and you should know one thing about me. When there’s something I want, I never lose.”
Her eyes go wide, and I think I see fear register on her face. It makes me laugh as she disappears into the back where the kitchen is to put my order in.
This is going to be fun.
Chapter 2
Shelby
I watch as King struts out of the diner, my body still vibrating.
Why do I keep attracting guys who are nothing but bad news? Having a relationship with Mason almost killed me—literally. Our time together wasn’t even a good relationship, I’m just an idiot that doesn’t know when to say enough is enough. I’ve been like this my whole life. I want to change, but I don’t think it’s possible, unfortunately. I keep trying to see the good in people, keep going back to get my heart crushed. Mason taught me not everyone has good in them. It’s a lesson I won’t be forgetting—no matter how hot King is. Bad luck seems to follow me around, though. That’s the only way I can explain seeing King at the hospital and then here at the diner, too.
I left my shift at the hospital to come straight here so my grandmother wouldn’t miss her doctor’s appointment. I thought that would also keep me safe from ever running into King again. I know my body and the way I reacted to him. He’s bad news. Really bad. I’m also never dating another biker. I was insane to do it the first time. Basically, my whole relationship with Mason can be classified as stupidity.
I rub the tension at my temple. I sense another damn migraine coming on. I get them often, but they get worse when stress is involved. That’s yet another reason to stay away from King. I roll my eyes. I keep saying that, but I’m not listening very well. I wouldn’t even know his name was King if I hadn’t been listening to his friends talk about him—eavesdropping like a damn kid. I only wanted to know more about him. Maybe I was hoping I was wrong, and King wasn’t bad news. There’s a chance he’s not, but he’s cocky. The guy comes on as strong as Mason used to and he’s a biker that exudes danger. It appears I have a type…