“Tell me, Larissa, have you ever cursed?You ever say a bad thing out of those lips?Something dirty?”
He saw her cheeks flush with each word he said.Damn, he actually really liked that color on her, now he just couldn’t wait to look at her and see what she looked like after being fucked hard and rough.
“Theres no reason to say those words.Now, what can I get you, because I don’t feel this is appropriate shoptalk?”
“You afraid of Ava firing you?”
“Actually, yes.I don’t want her to think business is struggling because of me.I was the one manning the shop when it got shot at, and if people are put off by our conversation, that will mean lack of sales.”
“You’ve got a long way to go to worry about that shit.”
“I’d rather not worry about it.”
“You want to go out with me tonight?”he asked.
She shook her head.“No, thank you.”
“You keep saying no.There will come a time you’re going to want to say yes.”
And without getting a single baked treat, he stepped out of the shop.That felt way too good.
Chapter Three
Larissa sat out inthe church garden listening to the late springtime birdsong.She had been invited to a small party at the Hell’s Bastards MC clubhouse, but this time she had turned it down, because she wanted to be alone.Her father was finishing up his sermon.She had listened to some of it, then stepped into the garden to listen to nature.
Andrew had finally listened to her and taken the hint that she didn’t want anything to do with him.The flowers had stopped, along with the candy.He hadn’t extended to jewelry which she appreciated.She didn’t like to send gifts back, as she felt it was rude.The flowers she had distributed amongst the graves that barely had any visitors.
“Well, hello there.”
She turned to see Dean Moseley approaching.
“Good morning, Dean.”
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, stepping into the graveyard.“Is this seat taken?”
“No, of course not.Go ahead.”She offered him a smile.“Where’s Winnie?”
