I could feel her eyes on me as I moved around my room, and I liked it.
A whole hell of a lot.
Once I handed the clothes to her, she gave me a soft smile, then stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.
I hadn’t realized that my bedroom door was open until I heard what Kimber described as a nails-on-a-chalkboard voice being said from my left.
“You like fat bitches? That’s why you’ve never taken me up on my offer?” she asked.
And at her words, something in me snapped.
I wrapped my hand around her throat and pressed her to the wall.
Her eyes widened as she squeaked.
I got nose to nose with her and shared, “Talk about Kimber like that again, and I’ll make you wish you were never born.” My head tilted to the side. “Actually, you might prefer that to living. Therefore...” I trailed off.
Her face went pale.
I let go of her throat and growled, “Get the fuck out of my sight. Right fucking now.”
She didn’t hesitate.
I ran a hand over my head and looked at the bathroom door.
And waited.
Another beat, I waited.
And then as I was about to move to check on her, Wolf was there in my doorway, “Got a problem downstairs. Need you.”
I looked back at the bathroom door and called out, “Kimber?”
Her muffled voice came from behind the door, “Yeah?”
“Be right back,” I told.
Then I followed Wolf out of my room, but this time, I closed the fucking door.
***
An hour later, and some threats made that were really promises to the punks who thought our strippers owed them freebies had been dealt with, I made my way up the stairs and to my room.
I opened the door and stopped dead.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would get this woman in my bed this quickly.
But there she was.
Under my covers.
Her light blonde hair was spread across my pillows.
Her eyes were closed.
Soft snores filled the room.
The sight of her, looking like she was always meant to be there, a smile spread across my face.
