Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
I unzip my pants and pull my hard cock out, stroking it a few times. Willow’s luscious ass is perked up in the air, and she shakes it back and forth, silently begging me to take her.
“Willow, are you sure?” I hate that I’m being such a downer here but fuck, I’m in over my head with this woman. People talk about hooking up in bathrooms, but I’ve never seen or done it. My alcohol-filled brain is telling me to do it, but the adult in me is telling me this is irresponsible as hell and I’m going to regret it when the alcohol is out of my system.
“Jax, now,” Willow growls, pushing the responsible part of my brain aside.
As I’m lining up the head of my cock with her entrance, there’s a knock on the door. “Hurry up! I need to go pee!” a woman screeches. And just like that, the moment is gone. I pull back and Willow turns around with the most adorable pout on her lips.
“Jax.” Her brows furrow as she watches me tuck my rock-hard dick into my pants the best I can.
“I can’t do this,” I tell her. “Not here…not like this.” I step towards her and bend at the waist so I can pull her pants up. She swats my hands away and finishes herself.
“Come home with me,” I whisper against her ear.
She glances up at me and shakes her head. “No, I don’t know what I was thinking.” She closes her eyes.
“Willow.” When I say her name, her eyes flutter back open. “I’m sorry…”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” She plasters on a fake smile. “You’re my boss and it would’ve been a mistake.”
I nod in agreement, but my insides are tightening in disagreement. “Why don’t I walk you home?”
She shakes her head. “That’s okay. I’m a big girl.” She winks, but it’s not carefree like before.
We exit the stall, and a couple of women gape at us, thinking we just hooked up in there.
Instead of going back up to the VIP area, Willow heads to the exit, and I follow.
“Please let me walk you home,” I insist. I’m not sure where she lives, but it’s late, and nowhere in New York is really safe at this time.
“Jax, really. I’m fine.” Her voice is rough in frustration.
As much as it kills me to let her walk away, I don’t want to piss her off, so I tell her okay and that I’ll see her tomorrow at work.
And then I watch her walk down the street, wait a minute so she doesn’t know I’m following her, and then head in the same direction. She walks fast as hell, especially for a woman who’s been drinking and is walking in tall as hell heels, but I easily keep up. Making sure to remain far enough back, so she won’t see me, I follow her several blocks. When she stops at a quickie mart, I hide in the shadows. A few minutes later, she comes out with a large duffel bag over her shoulder and continues on her way.
She walks a few more blocks and then she stops in front of an abandoned building. Pulling a blanket out of the duffel bag, she shakes it out, spreads it out in front of her, and then drops down onto it. She fluffs the bag to use it as a pillow, then lays her head on it.
What the fuck is going on? I wait for her to jump up and tell me she knows I’ve been following her. Tell me she’s joking and laugh in my face. But she doesn’t. Her eyes close and her breathing evens out. As I watch her sleep, it hits me that Willow is homeless.
When I met her, she was drawing pictures in Central Park along the bridge. She was dressed in a ripped T-shirt and jean shorts, and I could see a couple of tattoos peeking out. She was laughing with a couple who were checking out her artwork, and I was immediately drawn to her. I could tell right away she was talented and knew she would make a great addition to the shop. When I asked if she could tattoo, she told me she would love to learn, so I taught her. She caught on quickly and has been working at Forbidden Ink ever since. So, I know she makes enough money to survive. To live in an apartment.
She mentioned a while back that she and her boyfriend broke up, but I didn’t think much of it. Is it possible he kicked her out? But then why wouldn’t she just get another place? It doesn’t make any sense.
Well, whatever the story is, there’s no way I’m going to let her sleep out here all night. Not wanting to startle her, I call out her name. She squirms but doesn’t wake up, obviously already in a deep sleep.