Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Paige
I spun on my heel, my boot meeting the jaw of the asshole who thought it would be a good idea to sneak up behind me. A thud followed the crack of a bone as his body hit the concrete.
“Anyone else feeling lucky?” I asked, as three more men circled me, switchblades glowing under the dim warehouse lights.
The tallest of the three lunged forward, his blade slashing through the air as I ducked, dropping low and sweeping my leg, which sent him to the ground, knocking him out.
The other two flew at me. Rolling to my feet, I caught the shorter one’s wrist and twisted it until his fingers loosened their grip on the knife, while lifting my elbow, and smashing it into the man’s face, coming up from behind.
All four men were unconscious. Removing the flash drive from my pocket, I inserted it into the computer and copied the files. One of the men stirred. Grabbing my gun from my back, I shot him between the eyes.
“Stay down, asshole.”
I turned to the computer, and the download was complete. Taking the drive, I shoved it into my pocket and pointed my gun at one of the men, dragging himself along the floor toward his gun.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I pulled the trigger and shot him in the head. Then I shot the other men who were still unconscious and walked out of the warehouse.
Climbing on my motorcycle, I drove until I saw Harrison’s Bar. Pulling into a parking space, I climbed out and went inside. Walking through the door, I scanned my surroundings, taking note of everyone and everything in the place.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.
“Neat Martini with Gin and three olives,” I said.
“Here you go.” He smiled, setting down my drink.
“Thanks.”
Picking up my glass, I took a sip. Taking the straw between my fingers, I slowly moved it in a circular motion, watching as the olives bounced around the bottom of the glass.
My eyes caught the gaze of a man in the mirror behind the bar.
He was sexy in a way I’d never noticed in a man before—six feet three, with tanned skin, short dark hair, blue eyes, and a masculine jawline that sported a neatly trimmed five o’clock shadow.
He was either an attorney or an accountant. I’d bet money he was an attorney.
“Hi. I’m Parker.” He extended his hand.
“Paige. Not interested.” I dismissed his hand entirely.
“Okay, then.” He grabbed his drink and walked away.
With a slight turn of my head, I watched him walk over to a table with two other couples. I also noticed his taut, round ass in the Dockers he wore. He was incredibly handsome, and he had my full attention.
“Hey.” I gestured to the bartender. “Send a shot of whiskey over to that guy who was just up here.”
“You mean, Parker?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
He poured a shot of whiskey and sent it over to the table. Parker looked at me, our eyes locked, and I gestured with my head for him to come back to the bar. He stood from his chair and walked over with a smile.
“I’ll only do this if you do one with me,” he said, leaning against the bar, his face turned toward me.
“You heard the man, bartender,” I said.
The bartender poured a shot of whiskey and slid the glass to me. Grabbing it, I held it up to Parker. He raised his glass and tapped it against mine. We both threw back the whiskey and set our glasses down.
“Let’s do another,” I said.
“I thought you weren’t interested.” A smirk crossed his lips.
“Perhaps I was a little hasty.” I threw back another shot. “How about we get out of here and go back to your place?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Why not? We’re two adults, right?” I pulled some cash from my pocket and threw it on the bar.
Parker picked it up and handed it back to me.
“Your drinks are on me,” he said. “And, yes. We are adults.” A smile crossed his lips.
“Let’s go. I’ll follow you to your place.”
We left the bar, and I headed to my bike.
“Hold on a second,” Parker said. “What the fuck?” He walked over and ran his hand across my bike. “This is yours?”
“Yeah.”
“Who are you?” A smirk crossed his lips.
“The woman you’re going to get lucky with. Let’s go.” I put on my helmet and climbed onto my bike.
I followed Parker to his beach house in the Pacific Palisades.
“Nice house,” I said.
“Thanks.” He smiled. “Can I get you a drink?”
“No.” I walked over and smashed my mouth against his. I didn’t want a drink or to make small talk. All I wanted was him. “Lights stay off.”
Our lips stayed locked as he led me to his bedroom, leaving a trail of our clothes in their wake.
He pushed me down onto the bed, and my eyes instantly diverted to the prominent bulge perfectly on display through his boxer briefs.
I was curious as to what I was dealing with, so I hooked my fingers around his waistband and pulled them off his hips.
“Oh my,” I said.
“Like what you see?” A smirk crossed his lips as I stared up at him, the light of the moon filtering through the window.
“I do,” I spoke, wrapping my mouth around his manhood.
Moans escaped him as his fingers tangled through my hair. His body stiffened as my mouth did its duty.
“Stop.” He lifted my head from him. “My turn.” The corners of his mouth curved upward as he climbed onto the bed.
He took my panties down, and his mouth explored me. Gripping the sheets, I reveled in pleasure. A pleasure so deep, I felt lost for a moment. I’d made the right decision to hook up with this guy. He sure as hell knew exactly how to satisfy a woman. But somehow, I knew that when I first saw him.
An orgasm tore through me, and my moans heightened. A smile graced his lips as he moved up and hovered over me. Ripping open the condom package, he rolled it over his hard cock.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Very much,” I said.
“How about this?” He thrust inside me without hesitation.
A sharp intake of breath escaped my lips as he entered me. My senses heightened, and every nerve in my body came alive. Another orgasm tore through me as he thrust in and out. Moans fell from our lips as we enjoyed the pleasure of each other.
He flipped me over and took me from behind like a wild animal. I welcomed it.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he moaned. “And I plan on fucking you more than once.”
The corners of my mouth lifted at the thought. I needed this. Especially after the week I’d had. A wave of intense pleasure surged through my body, muscles tensing and heart racing as I gasped for breath. His moans heightened as he halted, burying himself and exploding deep inside me.
His body dropped on mine as I felt the soft press of his warm lips against my neck. I lay there, unable to move, as a warm wave of contentment washed over me. His gentle touch lingered on my skin, leaving me in a state of tranquility.
He pulled out of me, climbed off the bed, and went into the bathroom.
This was my chance to get the hell out of here, but I’d heard the rain pelting against the windows and rumbles of thunder in the distance.
The thought of riding my bike back to my place wasn’t appealing, so I’d wait until the rain stopped.