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savage like me.

 
    During the remainder of the toy run, I was distracted. Thoughts of the red-headed goddess filled my brain. The sweet innocence of her has me in a complete spin. She’s nothing like the girls I know, nothing like the girls I’ve known all my life. It’s tantalizing and I want to get to know her, know more about her. I want to go on this date tonight, but I’m torn. I should probably leave her be. Pulling a girl like her, a good girl, into this world would be a shit thing to do. She’s so pure and fragile that I fear bringing her into my world could break her. Damage her. Make her into something she should never be.
    My thoughts are racing as I sit at the desk in my room sifting through some paperwork when my mobile phone alerts me to a message. I exhale slamming the papers down on the desk and pull my phone from my jean’s pocket. The message is from an unknown number which always gets the hairs on my neck standing up. I swipe the screen to unlock it and punch in the pin code. Opening the message, I see it’s from Willow giving me her address and to thank me again for saving Jackson today. It also says she’s looking forward to our date tonight.
    A knot forms in my stomach as I figure out what the hell I’m going to do. Do I go on this date and see where life takes us? Maybe bring this sweet thing into this dark world of mine. Or do I let her go now before she gets hurt?
    I decide on the latter.
    I’m not sure whether I should message her to cancel or just not show up?
    Taking a deep breath I decide blowing her off would be cruel, so I start typing back my reply.
     
    Me: Hey babe, I’m heaps sorry. Somethin’ has come up at the club and I can’t make it tonight. But I hope you have a good night.
     
    Hitting send I exhale feeling like a jerk, and that something great might just be slipping through my fingers. But I’m doing right by her and that’s the main thing, right?
     
    Willow: That’s fine. I hope everything is okay? I understand, a little disappointed, but I understand. Maybe next time? :)
     
    I swallow hard. There won’t be a next time! But I would like something to remember her by. I don’t want to push my luck, but I’ll see how this goes down.
     
    Me: This may sound strange, but can you send me a pic?
     
    I smile hoping she’ll send one just so I’ll have something to look at. Her reply comes in quickly.
     
    Willow: Um… I’m not sexting a guy I haven’t even dated yet!
     
    I laugh hard and sink into my chair at her surmise. Fuck, she’s funny! I shake my head and write back quickly.
     
    Me: A pic of your face you pervert!
     
    I laugh as I hit send and there’s a bit of a delay in her reply, and I wonder if maybe she’s blocked me before I could write back with my reply. I hope she doesn’t think I’m some crazy pervert like those people you find on the internet dating sites that ask for pussy pics straight after they say hello.
    Suddenly, my phone vibrates with a message. I look down and there’s a picture of her face, her smile is bright, but she has a look like she’s a little embarrassed. Her eyes are squinting and her lips are drawn together even though they’re smiling. Her beautiful red hair sitting just over her shoulder accents her pale white face, and her full red lips make me want to lean into the phone screen and kiss them.
    She is stunning.
    God, I wish she was mine.
    But thinking like that never gets you anywhere. My cock twitches. But now, at least, I have something to remember Flame by.
    I figure I better reply, saying nothing will look like I don’t like her. I do. Too fucking much.
     
    Me: God you’re gorgeous! I have to go, club meeting, but I’ll message you soon, babe.
     
    I won’t.
     
    Willow : Thank you. Have a good meeting. Talk to you soon biker boy. xo
     
    I exhale and move forward in my chair and thump my forehead on the desk. Bringing my head up and then back down again banging it on the desk twice more for good measure.