Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I replied. “I’ll go.”
The gleam in his eyes should be a warning, but instead, it only added to the thrill.
“I’ll pick you up at seven in the morning. We’ll have breakfast.”
I nodded, then remembered I hadn’t gotten him a drink yet. “I’ll go get your drink,” I told him before turning to leave.
“Fawn.” He said my name in a way that sent tingles through my body.
“Yes?” I asked, glancing back at him.
“Thank you.”
I blinked. What was he thanking me for? Getting his drink? He’d never thanked me for that before. I wasn’t sure how to respond.
Finally, I just asked, “For what?”
“For going with me tomorrow.”
Oh. That seemed odd. I should be thanking him for taking me. After all, it was my adventure.
“You’re welcome,” I finally managed before leaving to go catch my breath and get his drink.
Felix was the only one at the bar when I approached it. He was studying me as he took down a glass. When I got to him, he was already pouring Garrett’s scotch of choice into it.
“You were in there awhile,” he said with a crooked grin on his face.
I had been. I glanced around, realizing I’d left Arya alone to handle the other members in here tonight.
“It’s okay. Josephine is here, helping Arya,” he said to me.
I frowned. “It got busy enough to call for backup?”
He shook his head as he slid the scotch to me. “No. Mr. Hughes wanted you to only serve him. He sent for someone else to help Arya.”
I took his glass and placed it on the tray. Why would he do that? It was as if he was making me a target for the other servers to hate me. Besides, it wasn’t fair. He didn’t require enough for me not to wait on others too. Not to mention, I needed all the tips I could get.
Spinning around, I stalked back to his corner, ready to point this out. My moment of thinking Garrett wasn’t so bad had vanished. He’d gone and controlled me again.
When I stepped back under the arch leading into his space, his gaze lifted from the phone in his hand to meet mine.
“Why did you send for backup? I could have served you and others. It’s not that busy tonight,” I blurted out.
He lifted one of his broad shoulders in a casual shrug. “I don’t like to share.”
I stared at him incredulously. “Share your server?”
Those gray eyes felt as if they pierced through me. “Share you.”
I took his drink and set it down beside him while I let myself decide how to respond to that. Part of me wanted to bask in the attention while the rational part knew that would be a mistake.
“What do you want from me exactly?” I asked.
“I thought I’d made that clear last night,” he said.
I inhaled sharply as I straightened. He’d said he wanted to bend me over and put his mouth between my legs. Was that what he meant?
“This is … about sex then?” I stammered over my words.
“Yes. Sex and the simple fact that I like your company. I like that you’re different from what I am used to.”
I sighed. “Sex is a bad idea, but I am good with the other.”
He tilted his head as he studied me. “Why is sex a bad idea?”
Because I was afraid he would ruin me and I’d never be the same.
“It complicates things. Right now, I work here, I need this job, and once you are done with me, you won’t like having me around.”
He appeared as if he wanted to laugh. “You think so?”
I nodded.
“My gut tells me you’re wrong, and my gut is never wrong,” he replied, then placed the cigar back into his mouth.
“Well, my gut tells me you’re dangerous and that I should run like hell,” I replied.
He chuckled and took the cigar out of his mouth. “Perhaps your gut is right too.”
What did he mean by that? I waited for him to say more, but he just watched me while he took a drink from his glass. Even taking a drink, the man was sexy.
“Garrett,” a male voice said behind me, and I turned to see Mr. Aiken coming into the room.
“Judas,” he replied. “Order a drink and have a seat.”
Mr. Aiken looked to me and smiled brightly. “I’ll have what he’s having as long as he’s paying for it.”
Garrett smiled and nodded his head once. I left, glad to have a reason to get some space.
While everything in my head was telling me that spending time with him was a very bad idea, the rest of me was begging me to enjoy it while I could. I always told Gypsi to make memories of the good times so you could daydream during the bad. I was going to take my advice.
Thirteen
Garrett
The camper door swung open before I completely stepped out of the limo. My fucking breath caught in my chest at the sight of Fawn. Her blonde hair hung straight down her back, long and smooth. I wanted to wrap it around my fist while I slid my cock between her full pink lips. The pink top she wore tied behind her neck and didn’t quite touch the waist of her white linen skirt that hit mid-thigh, showing off her long, tanned legs. My gaze then fell to the toeless pink heels she was wearing. She wasn’t wearing a damn bra again, and those piercings were visible through the fabric.