Riding with the Bad Boy (A Dark Motorcycle Club Romance) (13 page)

S
he was there
when I needed her most. This beautiful woman who has no idea how smart she is. This woman who walked into my lift and pulled me out of my solitude.

I
have to tell her
. I have to let her know. Soon. I was going to wait but this woman, she brings out the man in me in ways I can’t explain.

I
wanted her
. All of her. All the time.

I
t isn’t enough
to control her in bed. I need to show her what I am. All of me.

A
nd I need
to do it soon.

T
he darkness
in me was fighting to get out.

O
ne more night
. I could go one night with her in my arms.

A
va

“
W
hat are you doing up
?” He asked as he looked over at me.

I
was staring
out the window looking at all the ants rushing up and down the street, to and from work. New York really was a bustling city.

“
J
ust watching
the sunrise in the city.”

“
W
ell get back over here
, I’m getting cold in this big bed all by myself.”

I
padded
over and crawled into the bed, curling myself into him as he looked over at me. He wrapped his arms around me, his strength taking me by surprise.

“
Y
ou know
I can’t let you go now, right?”

“
W
hat do you mean
?”

“
I
want
you to be more than just my employee, Ava.”

I
knew that
. He said as much last night. Now was my chance. To say yes and run with it.

“
D
oes
this mean I have to quit?” I don’t know why I asked that instead.

“
D
o you want to quit
?” He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me.

“
N
o
, I love this. All of it.”

“
W
ell good
, because I have a lot more planned for you.” He smiled at me.

E
mma Russell writes romance novelettes
, novellas, and novels. She lives in the Erie area, and loves the great outdoors, camping (even in the winter), and snuggling next to her real wood fireplace with her husband.

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ead
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Billionaire in Disguise

Copyright: Emma Russell

S
canning
social media was the ultimate time suck, but it was one of my biggest vices. I wanted to know what was going on in the lives of all those people I used to know. Besides there was no one there to judge me while I was alone in my little condo.

I
t was
something that I did often, like most people do, every night before I went to bed. Hell, sometimes I got started in the early evening, like I was doing tonight, the spring sun setting later and later each day.

T
aking
a sip of my hard cider I tried not to let cynicism ruin me.

I
tried
to tell myself that each person was probably secretly miserable, posing for the camera, while I was living my dream.

A
dream
I worked so hard to have.

A
beautiful condo
in the middle of downtown, an amazing job that offered a great salary, and a small group of girl friends that were all like me, but spread out into different jobs.

S
ingle and career oriented
.

A
nd lonely
.

J
ust as I
was about to shut down my computer I noticed a little tab on the right flashing.

I
t my online dating account
, the blue indication showing that I had a message. I’d forgotten to close it out when I checked my messages.

M
ost of them
were from really creepy dudes who wanted to tell me what
I
wanted. Instead of listening to me, or even just being willing to have a conversation.

N
ot that I wanted a conversation
, per say. Mostly. I just wanted to get laid. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to ask me what I wanted instead of just starting dirty talk.

I
’d started
the account for fun, and for that very reason, honestly. It’d been a long time, but I doubted I would get even a nibble. I’d left a detailed profile of what I wanted, and only one picture.

O
f me in a baggy sweater
. You couldn’t really see my curves, and I didn’t look especially beautiful, but it showed my eyes. I loved my eyes, the brownish nature of them with the little topaz flecks. I was proud of them.

A
nd I showed them off
. My curvy body may not have been for everyone, but my eyes, anyone could see they were beautiful.

S
o when I
clicked on the tab to find he picture of a handsome man on the message, I pursed my lips.

Y
eah
. He wished he looked that good. Probably stole that from the internet.

Y
our profile has me intrigued
, which does not happen often. Dinner?

H
e was asking
me out already? No polite talk, no fifty million messages until we finally agree on coffee? Hell, no creeper “what are you wearing?” questions?

O
kay
. I could go for that.

J
ust looking
at “him” the pit of my being ached. It had been a long time, and the man in the business suit with the striking green eyes staring back at me was too good to be true.

I
f you really look like
that, then let
’
s skip dinner,
I typed, hoping he would come clean. I never did that shit, but hell, I was bored, and either way it would end up somewhere interesting.

D
eal
. My Place.
”
Shit. Instantly right back. He gave me an address. 2302 M St.. Shit. That was right in Dempsey, just a few blocks up from where I was, in Lincoln Heights.

H
e must have
some kind of money to have a place over there. I mean, it wasn’t like, high millionaire level, but anyone who lived there had to be making six or seven figures.

I
was one neighborhood down
, and it wasn’t quite as nice, but it was nice. I liked the character and charm of the condos and row houses, my condo being an old home split into three very nice units.

H
e was probably
lawyer level or something. Not like the rich boys in the North, but pretty well off.

Y
ou could tell
a lot by a person by the neighborhood they lived in. And I took full advantage of it whenever I could. My job was in sales, and I was top earner for a reason. I used any advantage I could get over my client. Any at all.

F
ine
, but if you are lying, I am turning right around.

W
ouldn
’
t have
it any other way.

B
e there in 20
.

I
shut
off the computer and silenced my phone. I didn’t want to, didn’t need to hear anything else. If I did, I would lose all my self-resolve and I wouldn’t go.

I
didn’t even change
. I was still wearing what I was in when I got home from work, a sensible pair of stylish heels, a pencil skirt, and a plum blouse.

S
o I grabbed
my coat and put it on, walking down the flight of stairs. I could hale a cab easily. Hell, I could walk the ten or so blocks if I wanted to, but I didn’t.

I
hopped
in the cab and took it to my destination, sure that if someone else was driving I wouldn’t turn around and walk back home.

I
was going
to some strange man’s place, someone I’d never met, and I was going to fuck him if he looked as good as he did in his picture. It was simple.

I
t wasn’t
because I was a slut, no, I thought of myself as conservative in that area. Not that I cared about what women did, or men, it was just that I normally prided myself on being chaste.

Fuck it. You only live once, right?

I
was too conservative
. I hadn’t been laid in over a year, and I needed it. Needed it real bad.

T
here was only so
much you could do with a vibrator, and what I really wanted was to touch another human being. Feel another human being up against my skin.

I
wanted to experience that
. All of it. And I wanted it now.

S
o when I
stepped out of the cab and walked toward the beautiful brownstone that matched his address I felt emboldened.

I
rung him once
. Twice. Waited.

F
inally a silhouette appeared
against the drapery o the window, the shadow or a tall and muscular man behind it.

M
aybe he really did look like
he professed, and this wouldn’t be a total waste.

T
he door opened
, and I saw him. I sucked in my breath.

H
e was
the man in the picture, but he looked different. More handsome, more breathtaking than that little photo on his page.

D
amn
.

H
is green eyes
were even deeper, his black hair had just the hint of a curl in it, and his skin was a golden tan.

“
Y
ou lied
.” I said, “You look different than your photo. Much better, actually.”

I
was going
to fake turning around, but I never had the chance.

F
uck
. I’d really hit the jackpot.

“
G
et in here
.” He commanded, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me into him, the door slamming shut behind me.

I
n an instant his
mouth was on mine. Tasting me, feeling me. This kiss was more than just a simple kiss.

I
t was
a wave of passion sending me on a journey of it’s own making.

I
pulled back from him
, to protest, to try and talk, but as soon as I opened my mouth my words fell flat.

H
e was absolutely gorgeous
.

“
W
hat are you waiting for
, I match my picture, right?” He grinned and ran his hands down my body.

I
t sent
shivers down my body and I clung to him, moaning softly as he pulled me back into him. He was so warm and all over me. God. The touch of a man, after so long. I’d forgotten it. It made it that much better. More poignant.

T
his man grabbed
my jacket and pulled it off. This man. I didn’t even know his name.

“
W
ait
.”

“
W
hat do you need
, beautiful?”

“
A
name
.”

T
o read on
, check out
Billionaire in Disguise
.

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