Her whole body quivers, but right now I don’t think it’s just nerves. I have a feeling she’s just as turned on as I am.
It would be so easy to take her right now. I doubt she would resist and I could have her in every position possible; have her begging me not to stop. But I have no intention of making this easy on her.
“Better watch what you say,” I growl. “You might just get what you ask for.” If she thinks she can scare me off, I’ll call her bluff.
I want her to want me. When I have her, it’s not going to be because she’s looking for easy labor. She won’t ever use me again. I want to show her that when I’m done with her, she’ll be begging me for round two, crawling on her knees for my cock. And I’ll look down at her the way she looked down on me all those years ago, and I’ll walk away without another single word.
Then again, that might be difficult because when I look into her eyes there’s a spark there. There’s undeniable chemistry. I want so badly to kiss her right now. Instead, I lift her off my lap and set her on the bar stool across from me. I need her at arms-length before things get carried away and I can’t stop what we start.
We are both breathing hard now. With her a safe distance away, I think about bending her over the bar, my palms on her sweet ass as I fuck her from behind. I imagine her pussy dripping, a puddle on the floor below us as I make her come. I think about fucking her so hard she screams my name and comes so violently I have to catch her before she hits the floor. It will happen, but it won’t be on her terms. It will only be on my terms. My revenge.
She laughs, still breathless. “You thought I was serious? Give me a break.” She tries to come off like it was all a joke, but I know it wasn’t. She wants me, she just won’t admit it.
“Accept my offer,” I say plainly with a shrug.
This seems to infuriate her even more. I love watching her get angry. It’s adorable the way she scowls and her forehead wrinkles up.
“I will never sleep with you,” she says. “I will never beg for anything from you. I don’t need your help. Now get out of my bar.”
I smirk at her as she grows more and more flustered. I grab her phone. She tries to take it back, but I’m faster than she is, holding it over her head. She’s too short and growls with frustration. I laugh and move out of her reach. I add my number to her contact list. When I’m done, I hand it back to her.
“I suspect I’ll be hearing from you soon,” I say, and leave the bar.
3
Lina
I can’t get my breathing to slow down. Madden left fifteen minutes ago and I still can’t get myself to calm down. I’m all twisted up. I’ve never hated someone and wanted someone so much simultaneously. I can still smell him on my phone. I can still feel the warmth of his fingers on my chin and in my hair. The memory sends shivers throughout my body. His gorgeous face is imprinted in my mind, the way the sun burns itself into your eyes when you look directly at it. Madden has set up camp in my head and refuses to leave.
Fuck that guy. Well, no, not fuck him. I refused to do that. I’ll restore this bar on my own. I don’t know how, but I’ll make it work. I don’t need him. I don’t need anyone.
I finish inspecting the bar and adding items to my list. There will be a lot of things I’ll need to fix or replace entirely. It’s a lot. Almost to the point of being overwhelming. But I can do this. My dad built this place from the ground up. There’s no reason why I won’t be able to do some repairs.
When the list is done, I lock the door behind me and head to my car. There’s a little motel down the road. I’ll book a room and try to get to sleep early so I can start working as soon as the sun comes up.
Starting my car, I back up. With a jarring thud, my back tires hit something and my car slams to a stop. The wheels spin on the asphalt. What the hell was that? I turn the car off and get out to see what I hit. My back tire rests in a massive pothole. How did I not see that before? Looking around, I see them everywhere. This whole parking lot is like a minefield. Yet another thing I’ll have to fix. This one seems like the most expensive project yet. It’s a good thing I took out a big loan. But I don’t know a damn thing about filling in potholes in asphalt. Ugh.