Broken

“That’s it.” I puff my chest out proudly. I love talking about what I do, even the bits I don’t love. “And a shopping mall too. The hope is to turn this town into more of a destination place. Bring in more people to keep the businesses running better.”

“Well, I think we’re all doing just fine.” She shrugs at me with a blank expression on her face. “But I suppose you probably know better, right?”

I don’t know if that’s a question that wants an answer or not. Developing property often comes with people disagreeing with the plans set up for them, but in my experience, they soon come around once they see what’s happened at the end. They don’t like the idea of change, but they love it when it’s done.

Instead, I turn away from her and I focus on the red head instead. She isn’t like the girls from the city at all. She’s got long legs under those incredible denim hot pants, and kick ass cowboy boots that bring out all sorts of fantasies in my mind. I would love to see her wearing nothing but those boots. Maybe some sexy lingerie as well, but definitely the boots. That would drive me insane. Especially with that hair of her spilling down her back.

She has a checked shirt which is tied into a knot just above her belly button. It cups some round breasts that actually look real, which is something I’m not used to. To be fair, my ‘dates’ are usually models or socialites who have had a lot of work done. I can’t actually remember the last time I touched a real boob and the idea causes a stirring in my pants. Then I move up to her heart shaped face which contains the bluest eyes that I’ve ever seen. They’re so stunning, I could actually fall for her… if I was that sort of man.

“So, Lola Boots.” I can’t resist, I turn back to the bar maid because I need her advice. I can’t go into this blind. “What’s her current situation? Is she single?”

The bar maid runs her eyes up and down me and as she meets my eyes again I can tell she isn’t impressed with what she sees. “I meant what I said,” she tells me firmly. “She’s a good girl and we all love her. She doesn’t need some slick city boy breezing into town and breaking her heart.” She slams her hands down on the bar and leans in closer to me so I’ll hear every single word. “Unless you’re going to marry Lola, I suggest you stay away.”

Oh God, she has no idea what she’s just done to me. She’s made Lola even more attractive because now she’s something taboo, something I need to stay away from. And to be honest as I look at her I don’t think she wants to be married herself. She looks like she’s been lonely for a while now and she wants someone to just make her feel incredible. She needs someone to corrupt her, and I’m the one who can do that.

I lean back on the bar and fuck her with my eyes. The bar maid can say what she wants, I don’t give a shit, I want this woman and I’m going to have her. At least for tonight. The words falling out of her mouth as she sings are innocent enough, but there’s something about the way that she’s singing them that’s dirty as all hell. I think I might be about to lose my mind. It’s taking all my self control not to grab her right now and to throw her over my shoulder and stalk out of here with her. Like a desperate cave man.

Oh God, I could take her back to that grubby ass motel room and make it even filthier with her in it. I could take complete control of her body and make her completely submit to me. She looks like she would as well. But then, if I really think about it, I think there might be a bit of a fire in her where she might take control of me. I don’t usually let that happen, but with her I just might. I imagine it might be a whole lot of fun.

She isn’t someone I want to hurt, I don’t think I’ll just fuck her and leave her, but I could have some fun with her during my time here. It might be something that we both need, a distraction from this shitty town. What’s the point of being here and not enjoying it? I’m stuck, so I might as well make the most out of it. Maybe it won’t be so bad after all.

“Thank you, everyone,” she finally says into the microphone once the singing is done. “As always I appreciate your time and support.”

Everyone cheers and claps around her, so I join in out of respect. To be fair she deserves the cheers, she’s an amazing singer, it’s just a shame that she’s stuck in such a dead end place. As she walks down off the stage she catches my eye and smiles. A blush fills her cheeks too which only confirms what I already suspect. She wants me, I can see it written all over her face. I know that look well and I like it from her.

“Remember what I said,” the bar maid warns from behind me, coldly. “Unless you’re going to marry her, keep the hell away.”

I nod as if I’m listening but her words are barely registering anymore. All I can think about is getting my hands on the beautiful Lola Boots and doing all sorts of crazy things to her.

“Can I have another drink please?” I ask, forgetting my vow to only have the one. I have more pressing things to worry about now. “Another whiskey.”

Maybe I do need to be level headed tomorrow to oversee the development of the project, but I don’t care. I’m sure it’s running fine anyway, I doubt I even need to be here. I’ll probably spend most of my time bored… or in the arms of a certain red head.

“It’s Doreen, by the way,” the bar maid tells me as she slides the drink across to me, almost knocking it over as it crashes into my hand. “I presume since you’re clearly ignoring my words that you’ll be sticking around. So you might as well know my name.”

“Thank yo

u, Doreen.” I give her a playful smirk. “That’s good to know.”

Then it’s time for the waiting game. I get the sense that Lola is hanging around back stage because she’s nervous, maybe because she knows that I’m waiting for her. She knows as well as I do that we had a connection then as she was up on stage. I’m sure she felt me eye fucking her and if she’s had such a sheltered life from love, mostly experiencing heart break, then maybe she’s scared to delve right in. But she will, I’m sure of it. It’s just a shame that I’m not very good at being patient.

I feel her coming before I see her. There’s a prickle on the back of my neck, a set of goose bumps spreading up and down my arm, the sensation that something exciting is about to happen. I pause while I count to three inside my mind, waiting for the exact right moment to see her again to start making my move.

Then I turn.

Oh my God. Up close she’s even more gorgeous. She actually makes my heart skip an excitable beat. It must just be the thrill of having someone here to take my mind off how boring it is. It can’t be anything more. Can it?

My lips curve up into a smile as our eyes lock, and she can’t seem to resist giving me the same expression back. Something about the moment feels intense and powerful, like it might be the start of something important.

“Hi,” I say strongly, needing to keep her attention all on me. “You were absolutely incredible up there, Lola Boots.”

Chapter 3 – Lola

The way that my name rolls off his tongue makes me shiver. There’s something very intensely sexual about his words which seems impossible considering it’s only my name, but that’s just how it feels. I don’t know how to take it, I feel all weird and squishy inside.

“Erm, yes, thank you,” I say awkwardly back. “I’m glad you liked the show.”

It feels weird to really be talking to him. I’ve spent the last half an hour fantasizing over him and feeling his eyes intensely look at me, and now I’m talking to him normally. It’s just too odd for words. I don’t know what to do with myself. I wish my hot pants weren’t so short that I don’t have any pockets. I need somewhere to put my hands so they don’t just hang.