Kisses and Warfare

Then I head back inside to finish up my night.Fred waits at the door for me very patiently. He knows how I am, and how long it usually takes me to get out of here. I’m always the last one to leave. It’s why I let him start his shift later than everyone else because he’s guaranteed to stay back with me. He sits on one of the corner seats in my office on his phone while I finish up tallying the money and putting it in the safe for banking tomorrow, when the door bursts open.

Blaze’s angry eyes find mine then flick to Fred.

“You can leave,” he says, holding the door open.

Fred looks to me for reassurance, and I just nod my head as he gets up to leave. “See you tomorrow, Miss.”

Blaze waits until he’s gone before his angry eyes fasten on me. His arms cross over his chest. “Why the fuck are you still here?”

I squint at him. Really look at him and take him in. He’s tanned, probably from all the motorcycle riding he does, and his dark hair is perfect. Jeans hang low on his hips, and he’s wearing a white shirt and vest. I know what it says on the back without him even turning around to show me.

“Why the fuck are you here? That’s the real question. Did you not leave earlier?” I ask, looking back down, so my eyes don’t stare at him longer than necessary. Because if they do, I may start undressing him with them.

“I came to check everything was fine and saw your car still sitting outside,” he says with a head shake. “Do you have a death wish?”

“Hey, Blaze…” I smile at him. “Do you want to fuck to get out some of that frustration you got going on? I mean, it could help loosen you up a bit.” I smile. His mouth drops open, and then he closes it fast. He shakes his head infinitesimally and runs a hand through his perfect hair, messing it up. And all I can think about is how I wish it were me who had done it, making it not so perfect anymore.

“Did you just…” He shakes his head as my phone starts ringing again, and I see the private number and swear, throwing it into my purse as I finalize everything.

Walking up to him, I tap his chest. “Come on, big boy, walk me to my car now that you’ve sent Fred home,” I say, then keep walking. At first, I don’t hear his footsteps behind me, so I think he’s letting me walk by myself, which makes no sense since he’s angry I’m here this late at night, and that’s when I hear him. His steps catch up to mine, and he gets to the door before I do, holding it open for me. Finding the right key, I lock it and turn to him. “So, that’s a no on the fucking then?” I ask him.

To my surprise, his mouth doesn’t open again.

He just smirks at me. “You really like to fuck with me, don’t you, Katarina?”

Damn! I grind my teeth at the use of that name.

“I asked you to stop calling me that.”

“Well, I hate the name Kat.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because the last Kat I knew was a bitch. Are you a bitch, Katarina?”

“I could very well be,” I say sassily.

Taking a step away from him, I turn to go to my car and see his bike parked right next to me. Just as I reach my car, I hear the rev of engines, and four bike lights shine on us as they pull in. They are blocking my path to get out.

“Fuck!” I hear Blaze mutter under his breath as he walks ahead of me and blocks me with his body. His hand goes to the back of his trousers, and as he lifts it, I see the tip of something dark.

A gun?

What the fuck?

“What is going on?” I hiss at him.

Blaze doesn’t answer, simply stares ahead as the same guy from earlier gets off his ride.

“Blaze, Blaze…” He shakes his head. “Seems you’re here all by yourself this time. And with a sweet piece of ass. Is she yours?” one asks. The asshole doesn’t get off his bike, just removes his helmet. He is definitely the same guy from earlier this evening.

“You should leave. You know you aren’t welcome here. You’re trespassing on private property.”

“Do you plan to remove me?” he cracks his neck side to side. Taking a deep breath, his beady eyes lock on me. “She’s a pretty thing,” he says, eyeing me from where I stand behind Blaze.

I step to the side and fist my keys in my hand. “Unless you want the cops called, you should leave. Now, if you boys don’t mind, I have somewhere I need to be.” I unlock my car as one of the guys speaks, “I can pay you. Isn’t that what you do… take money from men to show your body? Here’s twenty, show me your tits.”