Page 15 of Craving Her

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Page 15 of Craving Her

He stares at me like he wants to choke me—and he probably does. I just continue to smile. I maintain eye contact with him, refusing to back down. After a bit, it gets monotonous, so I up the ante. “Tick-tock, Torin. Time is wasting.”

He finally let out a growl. “I’ll help you. Now, can we go?”

“Do you promise?”

“You’re pushing it,” he warns.

“Promise, or else this is not happening.”

“Fine. I promise to help you with whatever issue you’ve got going on. Are we ready now?”

“I’m all yours,” I announce with glee.

“Bullshit. What you are, is a pain in my ass,” he mutters, putting his hand on the small of my back and leading me toward a back exit I didn’t even know was there.

“Um … I hate to be a pain?—”

“Why? You seem to excel at it.”

I frown, refusing to let him see how much his words hurt me. “Two things,” I breathe. “No, actually, let’s make that three. First, stop being an asshole to me. I haven’t even seen you in six months and that’s beenyourchoice, not mine. If you can’t be nice to me, then just leave.”

“We’re wasting time,” he grumps, which I’m pretty sure means he is ignoring my request.

“Sometimes I can’t understand why I am even attracted to you. I was trying to tell you that my car is around front. I’m not leaving here tonight without it. Besides, unless you have changed, you still own nothing but a bike and if I climb on a bike in this dress, I’ll be mooning everyone we pass.”

“If I remember correctly, you never had an issue with taking your clothes off around people,” Torin responds with a droll voice that I hate.

“I took my clothes off for you. Just you, Torin. Quit making it sound like I’m the star member of the sex clubs downtown.”

“What do you know about sex clubs, little girl?”

“Why do you care, old man?”

“There’s my Peaches. Sweet as honey until she comes at you with her little rich girl, spoiled-ass rotten attitude.”

“I’m not leaving my car,” I insist, ignoring his insults.

“Fine. We’ll take it. I’ll send someone after my bike. Anything else, your highness?”

I exhale in frustration. “It’s a good thing you’re hot and have a big dick, otherwise you wouldn’t be worth my trouble,” I snap.

“I forgot how annoying that sassy little mouth of yours is, too. You can turn from sweet to bitch in nothing flat, Peaches. They should give you an award,” he complains.

“If you don’t want me to talk, maybe you should give me something to put in my mouth to keep it full—something we both want,” I purr, letting my fingers trail down his ink covered arm.

“Not happening. You might as well get your mind off my dick, honey. You’re never getting it.”

“But you already promised that I would,” I answer with a smirk.

“Are you drunk? I wouldneveragree to give you my dick.”

“You just did a few minutes ago, Torin. You see, my little problem I have? I decided to get rid of my V-card tonight. I was here to find a man to help me out. Lucky me that the man who I’ve always wanted in my bed just agreed to be that man. So now, I only have one question. Where’s your hotel?”

“Joker, man, are you ready?” A guy comes running up to ask. He’s really kind of hot, but he can’t hold a candle to my man.

Torin looks at the other guy, and then his gaze moves back to me. He pinches the bridge of his nose and looks down at the ground. I’m pretty sure he’s praying for patience so that he doesn’t kill me. I don’t really care. The man made a promise, and come hell or high water, I’m going to make him deliver. If he wants a war, I’ll give him one.

Finally, after two years of a private hell, Torin ‘Joker’ James is going to be mine.




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