a pain
and distance in that girl’s eyes when I look at her.” Tatum leaned on the bar
and stared him right in the eyes. “But then she looks at you and all this life
moves across her face for a second, and I don’t even think she realizes it.”
Kink leaned back slightly but made sure to keep his
expression neutral. “I don’t have the time, energy, or lifestyle to take on an
old lady, let alone one that probably hurts every single day from the life she
has led.”
“Honey, I’m not asking you to claim an old lady, but
to show that girl what it means to be wanted.”
Kink would have chuckled at the absurdity of what
Tatum was suggesting. “Let me get this straight, you want me to sleep with her
so she can feel good about herself?” That was a pretty fucked-up thing to even
suggest.
“No, Kink, I want you to show her that you notice
her, that someone wants her, and show her that it doesn’t have to be wrong or
bad to be with a man.” She stared at him right in the eye. “She is scared in
the worst possible way, and if showing her that she is wanted means being with
her intimately, then so be it, but only if she wants that. I didn’t say
anything about fucking her, you damn pig. You’re so damn crass sometimes.” She
turned away and shook her head as if she was disgusted with him. She gave out a
few drinks to some of the people that came up to the bar, and then faced him
again. “Talk to her, and let her know you’ve been watching her, and that you’ve seen her.”
This was a bizarre fucking conversation, and one
Kink didn’t want to talk about anymore. “I have had a mother, Tatum, and don’t
need another one.” He turned and stalked away, but not before he heard her
mutter what a hard, stubborn ass he was. She might have been right about that,
but he also wasn’t the type to fucking woo a woman into his bed, and he sure as
hell didn’t talk out his feelings. He headed toward the back hallway and toward
his room. He needed to sleep and forget about the crap going on around him, but
just as he reached his room and had his hand on the doorknob, he stopped.
Who the hell was he kidding? Tatum was right. He did
want Cookie. But it wasn’t just for sex, although he wanted her bad enough that
his fucking cock ached. There was just this strength inside of her, and every
time he looked at her he felt this part of his hard exterior cracking. It was
crazy shit given the fact he had hardly spoken to her. But maybe when something
was good and right, and supposed to happen, time didn’t matter? He turned and
looked back down the hallway and toward the kitchen door where Tatum had said
Cookie was. This was probably a bad idea, but he found himself walking away
from his room, and right toward the woman that he wanted more than he had ever
wanted a female before.
Chapter Seven
Cookie needed to get back out front. She had been
sitting in the kitchen for far longer than she should have, and she knew Tatum
was probably wondering what in the hell was up with her. Cookie didn’t know,
though, and that pissed her off. She had never been so confused in her life,
and none of it made any sense to her. She shouldn’t even want a man in her
life. She should hate and feel disgusted with men given what she had been
through. But she had never allowed that to define her. Pushing forward and
thinking that one day something would change had allowed her to have hope. The
sound of the kitchen door opening and closing sounded behind her.
“I’m sorry, Tatum. I know I was back here for a
while. You ready to start cooking dinner?” she said and turned around, but it
was Kink who stood by the now closed door. She swallowed, felt her pulse
increase and her palms sweat, and hated the fact this seemed to be her reaction
to him anymore.
“Hi.” She hated that she didn’t sound stronger in
the voice department, but aside from the couple of times she had served him at
the bar, and the clipped words he had given her, they
and distance in that girl’s eyes when I look at her.” Tatum leaned on the bar
and stared him right in the eyes. “But then she looks at you and all this life
moves across her face for a second, and I don’t even think she realizes it.”
Kink leaned back slightly but made sure to keep his
expression neutral. “I don’t have the time, energy, or lifestyle to take on an
old lady, let alone one that probably hurts every single day from the life she
has led.”
“Honey, I’m not asking you to claim an old lady, but
to show that girl what it means to be wanted.”
Kink would have chuckled at the absurdity of what
Tatum was suggesting. “Let me get this straight, you want me to sleep with her
so she can feel good about herself?” That was a pretty fucked-up thing to even
suggest.
“No, Kink, I want you to show her that you notice
her, that someone wants her, and show her that it doesn’t have to be wrong or
bad to be with a man.” She stared at him right in the eye. “She is scared in
the worst possible way, and if showing her that she is wanted means being with
her intimately, then so be it, but only if she wants that. I didn’t say
anything about fucking her, you damn pig. You’re so damn crass sometimes.” She
turned away and shook her head as if she was disgusted with him. She gave out a
few drinks to some of the people that came up to the bar, and then faced him
again. “Talk to her, and let her know you’ve been watching her, and that you’ve seen her.”
This was a bizarre fucking conversation, and one
Kink didn’t want to talk about anymore. “I have had a mother, Tatum, and don’t
need another one.” He turned and stalked away, but not before he heard her
mutter what a hard, stubborn ass he was. She might have been right about that,
but he also wasn’t the type to fucking woo a woman into his bed, and he sure as
hell didn’t talk out his feelings. He headed toward the back hallway and toward
his room. He needed to sleep and forget about the crap going on around him, but
just as he reached his room and had his hand on the doorknob, he stopped.
Who the hell was he kidding? Tatum was right. He did
want Cookie. But it wasn’t just for sex, although he wanted her bad enough that
his fucking cock ached. There was just this strength inside of her, and every
time he looked at her he felt this part of his hard exterior cracking. It was
crazy shit given the fact he had hardly spoken to her. But maybe when something
was good and right, and supposed to happen, time didn’t matter? He turned and
looked back down the hallway and toward the kitchen door where Tatum had said
Cookie was. This was probably a bad idea, but he found himself walking away
from his room, and right toward the woman that he wanted more than he had ever
wanted a female before.
Chapter Seven
Cookie needed to get back out front. She had been
sitting in the kitchen for far longer than she should have, and she knew Tatum
was probably wondering what in the hell was up with her. Cookie didn’t know,
though, and that pissed her off. She had never been so confused in her life,
and none of it made any sense to her. She shouldn’t even want a man in her
life. She should hate and feel disgusted with men given what she had been
through. But she had never allowed that to define her. Pushing forward and
thinking that one day something would change had allowed her to have hope. The
sound of the kitchen door opening and closing sounded behind her.
“I’m sorry, Tatum. I know I was back here for a
while. You ready to start cooking dinner?” she said and turned around, but it
was Kink who stood by the now closed door. She swallowed, felt her pulse
increase and her palms sweat, and hated the fact this seemed to be her reaction
to him anymore.
“Hi.” She hated that she didn’t sound stronger in
the voice department, but aside from the couple of times she had served him at
the bar, and the clipped words he had given her, they
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