The Red Scot by Twyla Turner

Author:Twyla Turner [Turner, Twyla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Novels with Curves
Published: 2016-11-18T06:00:00+00:00

About forty-five minutes and a trip to the grocery store later, Bradyn was outside of Payton’s condo. He got out of his Expedition, pulled out his cell and leaned against the car as he typed out a text to her.

Look outside.

Bradyn had purposely parked on the street where he figured some of the windows of her apartment faced. He watched for movement in the windows he assumed were hers. It took a few moments, but he wasn’t disappointed. He saw the blinds split as if someone was peeking out. Then they were quickly pulled up and he saw four shocked faces in the window.

Ah, the lassies came to see how our date went. Bradyn chuckled to himself.

His phone started to ring and he saw it was Payton.

“Mornin’, Payton,” he said after tapping accept.

“Morning. Uh…what are you doing here?” She asked hesitantly.

By the canned sound of her voice through the phone, he could tell that she had him on speaker. Her friends obviously needed to hear both sides of their conversation. So Bradyn dug deep and channeled The Red Scot.

“Get dressed. I’m taking ye to brunch,” he commanded and ended the call before she could respond.

He knew many women found it sexy to have a man take charge. But his hands still shook for being so demanding as he waited for her to call him back and tell him to ‘fuck off.’ Their reaction before one of them wisely shut the blinds, eased his mind, though. For a split second, he was certain he’d witnessed them jumping up and down in excitement. He smiled slightly and released a relieved breath.

After what he saw as a kid, he never wanted to force a woman to do anything she didn’t want to do. But he didn’t want to be a pussy either. It was a precarious balancing act that he was unused to. He usually let the women he slept with take charge since he was normally a man of few words. But Payton’s reserved and introverted nature forced him to pull out his dominant side. If he wanted the relationship to move forward, that is. If it were up to her, she’d still be ignoring him five days a week at the gym.

It took about fifteen minutes for Payton and her small entourage to emerge from her building. Bradyn couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face or his eyes from taking her in from head to toe behind his aviator sunglasses.

Her hair was still up in a bun, but this time it was artfully messy. Sexy tendrils were purposefully left out to draw attention to her long neck. She wore a long, black and white diagonal striped skirt that floated around her ankles, with an off-the-shoulder yellow t-shirt. The one bare shoulder begged to be kissed. Bradyn was finding that he really loved the color yellow against Payton’s mahogany skin. If he could, he’d lay her down naked on a bed of yellow flower petals and then worship at her alter.

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