Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
"So, do I live up to your standards? Miss?"
"Dallas, my name is Dallas, and no, you do not. Biker trash isn't on my to-do list tonight."
"Dallas, what an interesting name you have. And I could have sworn the way you were looking at me all "fuck me" like, that I was most definitely on your “to-do” list, as you say."
Shit. I was at a loss for words. Probably because his hands were still securely on each side of my waist and the throbbing between my legs had only intensified over the past few minutes. Instead of coming back with a comment that would leave him shocked and wanting more, I did something I never do. I walked away. Well, I tried to walk away. I removed his hands, which let go of me easily causing disappointment to my groin area, and turned around to see the floor coming up to my face before those big strong arms were around me again.
"Slow down babe. I think you might have a mild concussion."
That’s all it took. I was putty in his arms. I had prayed for a damsel-in-distress moment, and God had given it to me. It wasn't Jeff, but it was something so much better. Who cares that he rode a motorcycle, and was probably working as a mechanic while out on parole? I came here for something and I was going to get it, and if this biker bad boy wanted to give it to me I would gladly take it and regret it tomorrow.
The pounding in my head was loud. And hurt -- a lot. Mixed with the laughter and loud music, it was too much.
"I think I need some fresh air," I said barely audible. Somehow, my knight in shining leather heard me, and led me out the same door he had tossed the guys out of only minutes before. I silently prayed they were gone. No such luck.
"There’s that fucking bitch!" I looked up to find us surrounded by all six of them. The cowboy was leaning on the tailgate of a truck holding a shirt soaked in blood to his mouth. Panic filled me, and I started to shudder.
"Don't worry babe, having a goon squad has its perks," he said smiling without a hint of worry on his face. "How about you sit here?" he said calmly, leading me back inside to a chair behind the karaoke stage. "I'll be right back. Don't move." He winked to the red headed girl running karaoke and she gave him a knowing nod. What the hell was that about? I watched him walk back outside and found myself worrying over a man whose name I didn't even know.
"Would you like a drink?" the tall red headed girl asked. She wore a bright yellow t-shirt with Queen of Karaoke inscribed on the front. Her hair was long and straight and she had big brown eyes lined in black eye liner. I couldn’t help but wonder if her long lashes were real or not. I started to ask her when she spoke. "I'm Red, how about I get you some water and aspirin. It will probably help that headache I'm sure you have. You took a nasty fall."
"Thanks that would be great." I couldn't keep my hands from shaking. I kept glancing at the door hoping he would walk back through it, unharmed.
"Here ya go." Red handed me the two pills and a cup of ice water. "Luke is a really great guy. If you break his heart, I'll fuck you up," she said matter-of-fact. And I believed her. She didn't look like the type you would want to piss off or the type that would tell you a lie just because it sounded good.
"I don't even know his name." Red looked at me with an impassive face and lifted the microphone, never taking her eyes off of me.
"And next up we have Jud. Bring your sexy ass up here and sing me a song big daddy." She put the mic down still staring at me. This bitch was starting to freak me out. "I don't know where this is going or if it’s anything, but I swore the next bitch that broke his heart would eat through a straw for a week. You look like the heart breaking kind. I've watched you in here all night. I know you came looking for something and I hope you get it. If Luke is the one to give it to you then you are one lucky girl. But, just remember, you fuck him over - I'm gonna fuck you up." She gave me a smile with no warmth in it and handed the mic to Jud with wink.
"You’re wrong," I said. "Look, I just came to have a good time. I didn't ask for any of this. I appreciate Luke’s help, but look where it has gotten him."