I definitely don’t want to know what she means by that. “Trust me, I’ll be out of here tomorrow. This isn’t anything serious.”
She shrugs. “Guess you’ll leave when Zach tells you.”
I might not have followed my dream career because of family expectations, and I don’t even want to think about the whole mess with Russell, but whether I like to admit it or not, I always had the choice.
Kat makes it sound as though this thing I have with Zach starts and ends with whateverhewants, without any input from me. She couldn’t be more wrong. Ever since I met him I’ve been pushing my boundaries and playing by my newly forged rules. He might be used to calling the shots, but that doesn’t mean I’m not calling my own.
“Actually, I’ll leave when I’m ready. And for now, that’s first thing in the morning.”
She narrows her eyes and contemplates me for a moment. Then she gives a small smile. “You want coffee? There’s a great place we can go just down the street.”
Chapter Six
Zach
I move Grace’s car to my garage, and it turns out the on-board computer’s fucked, but that’s no problem. I have contacts, and in a couple of hours I’ll be able to fix it as good as new.
I go upstairs, and there’s a weird kind of anticipation in my chest. I don’t know why I can’t get her out of my head. Sure, she’s a great lay, but still, pussy’s only pussy.
So why did I refuse the offer of a blow job from one of the strippers at the clubhouse? She’s done me a few times before, but all I wanted was Grace on her knees, taking me into her mouth.
And that’s exactly what’s going to happen as soon as I find her.
The kitchen’s empty. So’s the living room. I push open my bedroom door but she’s not there, either. I swing about, disbelief pumping through me. Has sheleft?
It’s only then I see her case by the wall. Not that it means anything. Girl like her could easily replace everything in there without even blinking.
What thefuckdid Kat say to her?
I pull out my cell and remember that I don’t have Grace’s number. I don’t even know her last name, although that’d be easy enough to find out, seeing as her car’s downstairs.
I’m halfway down the hallway before it hits me. What am I doing, chasing some piece of ass? If she’s gone, then to hell with her.
It doesn’t stop me calling Kat. She answers on the third ring. “Yeah?” She sounds bored. She always sounds fucking bored.
“Where is she?” I slam the front door and enter the garage where the Merc looks completely out of place amid the couple of bikes I’m working on plus all the shit that goes with my business.
“Who’s that, then?’ She sounds like she’s trying not to laugh which really pisses me off. And that’s kind of strange, since my sister, despite being a real pain in the ass, rarely manages to annoy me.
“The chick who left her stuff all over my bed.”
“Oh, her. Yeah, she’s with me. I’m trying to warn her about you, but she’s not having it.”
She hasn’t fucked off. I prop my butt against the door of her car. “Where are you?”
“Missing her already?”
My grip tightens on my cell. I swear, if Kat wasn’t my sister… “I have to talk to her about her car.” I’m sure not telling Kat the real reason I want Grace here is so she can give me head. I shift position but it doesn’t ease my throbbing dick.
“Sounds like afascinatingconversation.” Kat snorts, but I don’t see anything funny about it. “We’re at Burt’s.”
…
The coffee shop isn’t far and Kat often hangs out there with Ty’s sister. Although, I doubt they would if they knew the owner keeps an eye on them both for us. In return we make sure it’s known his shop is under our protection.
It’s not a big place, mostly just an espresso bar, since takeout is their main trade, but they have half a dozen tables squeezed in along the windows and somehow Kat always manages to grab her favorite one in the corner.
As I push open the door, all I can see of Grace is her long red hair as it tumbles over her back. Kat’s facing me and gives me a smirk which I ignore. Grace turns and smiles, and I focus on that gorgeous mouth as I imagine all the things she’s going to do to me as soon as I get her alone.
