Page 23 of Her Filthy Grump
“No.” I shake my head. “That’s never going to happen.”
“Good.” He grins like I’ve announced I’m his woman.
Down boy. That’s not at all what I meant. If Kameron walked back into the bar and said he wanted to date me, I’d jump at the chance, but I don’t want to burst George’s bubble. Not until I find a way out of here.
I glance toward the bathroom.Where in the hell is Harbor?
“What time do you want me to pick you up?”
“What?”Is he asking me out?If so, that was the most awkward invitation ever. I grab my drink and gulp.Too much.My head spins again, and I cough as I drop the nearly empty glass on the counter. Maybe if I can’t talk, I can’t answer him.
“A date.” George runs his hand over my arm. “We’ve always had a connection. You and me. When you were twelve, I knew I had to have you.”
He leans in, and his hot breath burns my skin.Fuck. Disgusting.“I’m not sure what to say.”
“Say, yes.” His lips press against the curve of my jaw, and I jump out of my seat.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
“Not yet.” His beady eyes stay glued to me, and his hand grips my upper arm. He reeks of whiskey. “You need to answer the question.”
“Sure.” I stumble backward, trying to get away from him but not make it obvious. I don’t want a fight to break out. “Get with me, and we’ll talk about it.”
Never going to fucking happen. The second I get out of here, I’m calling Gavin. My cousins will set him straight–again. Then, I’m hunting down Harbor and kicking her ass.
“That’s better, sweet girl.” His hand grips my hair and tips my head back. “I’ve always wanted to bury my dick deep in your pussy. Now’s my chance. You’re still a sexy little thing. You’re a virgin, aren’t you? I love virgin pussy. Wear pigtails to make your freckles pop and a schoolgirl’s uniform.”
Oh, fuck me.My heart thuds in my chest as bile fills my throat. This guy is a total pervert. “I’ve got to go.” I jerk away from him and run to the bathroom.
Chapter Fourteen
Kameron
I shove the door open and step into the dark night. The music and chatter from the bar are muted, leaving my ears ringing. Being around Layla has my head spinning in all directions.
I want her physically, but I don’t want to ruin her. She’s a forever kind of woman, and forever with me would snuff out her bright light.
That doesn’t mean my skin isn’t on fire, or my dick isn’t pissed the fuck off at my moral victory. I run a hand over my face and walk around the side of the building.
My pickup is parked under a streetlight. Even in a small town, I’m not able to forgo the precautions I learned through years of city life.
Chirp.My cell phone buzzes in my back pocket. Who’s calling this late? I drag it out and study the screen.Rich?My jaw tightens, and my pulse picks up. What does he want?
I nearly shove my phone back into my pocket and ignore the call, but I’m not a coward. “Hello?”
“Hey, bud. What’s up?” Rich’s booming voice penetrates the quiet of the parking lot.
“Leaving a bar.” I lean against the side panel of my truck.
“What are the bars like out there in sunny California?”
“About the same, really. Lots of people, music, dancing, drinking. The regular stuff.” There’s no way he called to find out the destination spots. What does he want?
“Are you enjoying the move?”
“Sure.” I shrug even though he can’t see me. “The view’s nice. It’s quiet for the most part. Everyone’s friendly and helpful.” That fits Layla to a ‘T.’ A slow smile curves up to my cheeks. She’s kind of the Meadow Bay mascot.
“How’s the station?” The sound of a bottle top twisting comes across the airwaves.