Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Yeah, thanks,” she says with a shy smile as her blue eyes meet mine, knocking me the fuck away. The move has that same blush creeping over her cheeks, and I have to admit, this chick has somehow got me by the balls.
“Come on,” I say, indicating with a flick of my head for her to follow me. “Let me take you home.”
Chapter 6
CHARLI
If someone had asked me this morning how I envisioned the rest of my day going, this sure as hell wouldn’t have come to mind.
Tonight has been seriously fucked up. All I wanted was to finish my shift at Micky’s, go upstairs and crash. Yet here I am, two thirty in the fucking morning, in a dark alley with the hot-as-fuck guy from the hockey team, who just happened to save me from being gang-banged in a dirty alley by Chris and Eddie, and probably whoever else they decided to invite.
How do I keep getting myself into these fucked-up situations?
One thing is for sure, I’ll never trust Lex again. What a stupid move that was. I should have trusted my gut when it told me she was no good. Of course, the only girl I meet just happens to be a crazy skank whore who has no understanding of what being a good person really is.
Go me, I’m fucking winning at life today.
I don’t know what I would have done if Mr. Widow Maker wasn’t here. He came in like my knight in shining gym shorts. Though, who knows what kind of situation I’ve gotten myself into now. I’ve met this guy once. He could be a serial killer for all I know. Maybe a rapist, like apparently every other guy in this goddamn city.
I stand motionless, staring at his defined back as he starts to make his way back up the alley. Should I go with him? Maybe I should wait until I can order an Uber, but then I would have to spend what little money I’ve managed to save over the last few weeks.
Shit.
Sexy guy turns around when he realizes I’m not following. “Are you coming?” he asks over his shoulder, before flashing a panty-dropping smile that has me right back in that abandoned building, remembering exactly what this man is made of. Not to mention, the wink he gave me before his fight. Goddamn, I swear, my panties disintegrated. I probably would have jumped him right then and there if there wasn’t a barrier keeping me from him.
Crap. Now is not the time to be thinking about screwing this guy. I just need to get myself home where I’ll be safe and sound, then I can go right ahead and forget that tonight ever happened.
Realizing he’s still waiting for my response, I reluctantly swallow my fears and nod. I mean, how else am I going to get home? It’s not like I have a phone to actually order an Uber. I’d have to ask this guy to save my ass, again. “Yeah,” I murmur, swallowing hard. “I’m coming.”
Something settles in his dark stare, almost as if he was scared I would say no, and not wanting to keep him waiting, I hurry to catch up with him before walking out of the alley side by side. He leads me back past the door where I entered the building and right around the back to a small parking lot. He seems to be leading me toward a black truck, and if I have to be honest, I’m impressed. I don’t know much about cars, but as far as this one goes, it’s sexy as fuck. Just like its owner.
A few other people are lingering around, and I jump when I hear someone calling out. “Hey, kid.”
My head snaps in the direction of the voice and Mr. Widow Maker takes off at a quick jog. I recognize one of the guys who was at his side after the fight. I stand motionless, unsure if I should follow, but it turns out there’s no point. The guy hands him some kind of envelope before shoving a bunch of clothes into his hands. They do that bro clap-on-the-back thing, talk for a second, and then go their separate ways.
He starts making his way back to me as he pulls his jacket on. “Sorry,” he says, stepping in beside me and motioning to the big black truck, unlocking it as he goes.
“It’s fine,” I say, climbing up into the passenger side and waiting as he walks around to the driver’s side and climbs in beside me. The tension between us burns the moment he closes his door.
He tosses his stuff into the back before glancing at me, the intensity in his eyes making me struggle to catch my breath. “Where to, Charli?”
The way he says my name sounds like a caress, and it has shivers spreading all over my body. I’m impressed about the fact that he actually remembered my name from all those weeks ago. “Oh, you can just drop me back at Micky’s,” I tell him.