I bit my tongue, at a complete loss for words. I didn’t think anyone would catch onto my motivations so quickly. I thought I played my intentions close to my chest. Not even my family knew the full picture of why I wanted to move to New Orleans and start my business. And it took this…this monster two conversations to figure me out.
Read MoreThe hand I kept under my pillow to support my head gripped the tangled net that I kept there. I had two more just like it hidden beneath my air mattress just in case. I was ready. I just need to wait for the right opportunity.
That opportunity came when a rough, feverish hand fell to my bare shoulder, gripping it possessively.
I whipped around, preparing to kick this boy’s balls further up into his body, when a black leather jacket slid between us, cutting off the violent contact. “Pardon me,” a velvety British accent interjected, “but I believe the lady has made it clear that she is not interested in maintaining a conversation with you, sir.”
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