“Don’t worry about him. He’s already so into the game he’s forgotten he had the finest piece of ass he’ll ever have sitting across from him.”
Although I wanted to take his advice, I knew my mother would never let me hear the end of it if I ghosted Preston “I can’t tonight.”
Frustration flickered over face. “Why not?”
“He’s a friend of my family’s, so I’ll catch hell for leaving with another man.”
“Fuck your family,” he teasingly replied.
With a laugh, I replied, “Trust me. I feel the same way.”
“So that’s it? You just leave me and go back to that white-bred douchebag?”
“Just for tonight.”
“What happens after tonight?”
Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I replied, “You pick me up on your bike and take me for a date.”
A triumphant expression came over his handsome face. “I sure as hell can do that.”
I held out my hand. “Give me your phone.”
“Look at you being all assertive.”
After unlocking his screen, he handed me his phone. My thumbs flew over the keys as I entered my number. When I handed it back, he peered down at the screen. “Annabel.”
“That’s me.”
“I’m Johnny.”
With a flirtatious grin, I replied, “I look forward to hearing from you, Johnny.”
“You bet your sweet ass you will, Annabel.”
And with those parting words, I headed back to Preston with a newly found excitement bubbling through me.
CHAPTER THREE: ANNABEL
True to his word, Johnny did call me the very next morning while I scrambling to not be late for work.
“Wow, you’re pretty ballsy to hit me with a cold call verses texting,” I mused.
“That’s because I’m a man, and you’re used to interacting with a bunch of pussy boys.”
“True.”
“Speaking of pussies, did that tool you were with last night try to kiss you good night?”
Laughter burst from my lips. “Yes, he did.”
His growl reverberated through the phone, sending heat shooting straight between my thighs. “I hope you slapped the fuck out of him.”
“Yeah, me too.”
When Preston walked me to the door, his intentions were clear.
“You let him kiss you?” Johnny demanded.
