Rebel Ink by Laura Wright

Author:Laura Wright [Wright, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Laura Wright, LLC
Published: 2015-05-24T16:00:00+00:00

I follow Lisa into the suite at Minneapolis’s Garrison & Fifth Hotel. She’s picked the largest, most expensive digs in the place, with two bedrooms, two baths, a movie room and a wet bar. But I barely notice. Barely care. I’m fucking tired. Wrecked, as the kids say. And instead of giving her shit for setting us up in style, I head straight for the corner of the room where it’s darkest and plant my ass on the floor.

It’s a crazy move, like a mopey toddler or something. But sitting on anything else, going anywhere else, feels like I’m connecting to the world or something. And I’m so not connected. I’m seriously unplugged.

I’m hoping Lisa walks right on past me to one of the bedrooms, closes the door and gives me an hour or two to screw my head back on. But she doesn’t. In fact, she’s still over by the entryway. Watching me, yet pretending she’s not. I fucking hate that she’s here. No. That’s not exactly right. I hate that she had to see that bullshit with my mother. I don’t give a fuck that she knows my blood’s as blue as hers—probably more so—because I’m not that world anymore. I walked away from it and didn’t look back. Until the world started calling and texting, and guilting the shit out of me.

“You hungry?”

I’m tucked into the corner of the suite’s living area, the floor-to-ceiling windows to my right. I want to shut down. I want her to stop looking at me, talking to me. And I really want her to quit the pitying me. That’s probably the worst part of this whole deal. The one chick who’s always disgusted by me, maybe a little bit afraid of me—and maybe a lot turned on by me—feels sorry for me.

It takes everything I got to look up, look at her, give her a grade-A douchenozzle grin and let fly, “I could eat, baby.” I let my gaze drop to her tits and I force an ogle. “Get that dirty dress off and that fine pussy over here and feed me.”

For a moment, she’s taken aback and I sense victory. Or at least peace. That’s right, Blondie. Same ol’ V. So walk right on by, take your shower, buy some shoes.

Go home.

But again, she doesn’t. Just exhales.

“You hear me?” I say, an edge to my voice now. “It’s play or get lost.”

“No,” she says.

My gut twists up again. “No what?”

“No, we’re not doing that today.” She drops her purse on the marble table in the foyer, kicks off her remaining shoe and heads my way.

Motherfucker, she’s a pain in the ass. I should call Rush. Make him…oh, shit—what? Fly out here with my crap? Buy me a plane ticket back? Hold my hand?

Lisa’s hanging out at the minibar now. So maybe she’s gonna grab herself a drink and head for the room or the shower. Nothing like a cocktail while you wash. But of course she’s not. That would mean she’s cool and chill and not desperate to be all up in my business.

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