Booker
Iwas fucked. Royallyfucked. The second I saw the pretty little blonde trying to force her car down the street, I’d known I’d help her. Couldn’t really stop myself. She was gorgeous. Petite, curvy, big tits, nice ass, and she smelled incredible, but it was the glasses that sent me over the edge. I could envision her in thigh-highs, pearls, and those glasses while she straddled and rode me.
When I’d coaxed her out of her car and she’d started talking, her obvious sense of humor showing even though she was terrified, I’d watched in fascination as every emotion she was feeling showed on her face in real time. I couldn’t remember ever meeting a woman more beautiful... and fucking innocent. Kindergarten teacher and daughter of the chief of police. Shit.
I dialed Mack’s number and then started my truck.
“Yo.”
“You got the car over to Hatch’s?” I asked.
Hatch Wallace was our Sergeant at Arms and owned his own shop close by. We took all of our more difficult jobs to him because he was a genius with engines.
“Yeah,” Mack said. “It’s fucked up. Might need to rebuild the engine.”
“Shit.” I headed onto the freeway. “I’ll be there in twenty.”
I hung up and stared out at the road in front of me trying to figure out how the hell I was gonna get out of this, and whether or not I really wanted to.
Danielle
MY BELL RANG an hour after Booker left. I opened the door to my brother who leaned down to kiss my cheek as he handed me a box with a phone inside and stepped into my apartment. My brother was tall, just over six feet, with blond hair and hazel eyes. My girlfriends all had crushes on him, waxing poetic about how much he looked like Brad Pitt.
“Hi,” I said, and closed the door.
“Hey. Where’s your car?” he asked. “It’s not in the lot.”
“One of the guys at the wreckage place is having it towed somewhere to evaluate it. He’s going to call me tomorrow or Friday.” I glanced at the new phone. “Well, he’s going to leave me a message and I’ll call him back since he can’t really call me.”
Elliot chuckled. “Got it, sis.”
“I forget you’re smarter than you look.” I grinned. “Want some wine or a beer?”
“I have to go, actually. Just wanted to make sure you got home safe. What time do you have to be at school tomorrow?”
“Seven.”
