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financial mess, so go do something while I figure out what to do.”
“Yes.” He took her into his arms and bent her back. “I only want to keep you in the lifestyle to which you’ve become accustomed.”
She licked her lips. Shane was like a rich fudgy dessert. Enticing, delicious and terrible for her health. Later, when he was all taken care of, she would be left with nothing but a stomachache and tears. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from taking a bite.
He looked into her eyes and smiled. “You had a question?”
She gave a half-hearted attempt to get out of his arms. Even she didn’t believe it. “How’s my car?”
“Do you need it?”
“Well, I thought I would go to the office supply store.” Also, she needed to get out of there for a while. Maybe she could stick to that plan. All her other plans failed worse than his finances.
“I shall drive you there, and on our way we’ll get lunch.”
“I can go alone.” She couldn’t spend any extra time with him. It was one thing to do the books, but another to go out with him for errands and meals.
“Well, alone is not in your future.” He winked. “Your car is sick and won’t be well for at least a few days. Looks like I’ll be your chauffeur.” He put his arm around her. “Don’t worry, I’ll run shuttle service to and from your work.”
Every muscle in her body tensed. “I can take a cab?”
“No. No cab, they’re not safe.”
“I’ll rent a car.”
“No.” He didn’t offer an explanation, but the no felt final.
“Then a bus.”
This time both Shane and Ivan shouted no, and she swore she heard Emily’s echo from the back.
“You will absolutely not go on a bus.” He pulled her in closer. “Now that you’re one of us, you will be under our protection.”
This time she managed to get out of his grasp. She was not one of them.
“Your chariot to the office supply store awaits you.” He held out his elbow. “What do we need there anyway?”
“Things like file folders and such.” She sighed. “That’s my system, so you’ll have to get used to it.”
He took a fist full of money out of the box and held it out to her. “I didn’t think you were a shove it in a drawer type of girl.”
She took the money. “I’m not.” She also wasn’t a tattoo parlor girl or the type of girl that got the shivers for the man with the Mohawk, yet here she was, but she couldn’t stay.
If worse came to worse, and it probably would, she would be out of there in five months and nine days, and her parents could fix her disaster again.
Chapter Seven
“I’m flipping starving.” Ivan tossed a magazine aside. “Send Carson for some burritos.”
Shane shook his head while he picked the chewed eraserless pencils out of Lindsay’s cup and replaced them with a handful of brand new pencils with nice pink plump erasers for her to bite off. As he tossed the old ones, he smiled. When she got working she also got chewing.
“Burgers?” Ivan asked.
Without a word he picked up the artwork of the inside of a computer for his next tattoo. He supposed his customer wanted to be electronic.
“Subs?”
He shrugged.
“Sushi?” Ivan groaned. “Again?”
“I have lunch.” He lifted the pad in front of his face. In ten years, he’d never brought his lunch to work. “Lindsay made me something.” He pulled a cooler out from under the front desk.
Ivan came over. “Look at that. She labeled it.”
He smiled at the paper she’d taped to the cooler with his name. “Well, now I won’t forget who I am.”
“So this week she’s made you breakfast twice, balanced your check book, well actually took it away, and yesterday we got cake.” Ivan rubbed his stomach.
“I got cake. I was just nice and shared.” The first day he arrived early to take her to work she acted shocked and didn’t talk much. He knew she didn’t want to like him, but every day he worked on her and slowly, like erosion, he was winning.
“Yes.” He took her into his arms and bent her back. “I only want to keep you in the lifestyle to which you’ve become accustomed.”
She licked her lips. Shane was like a rich fudgy dessert. Enticing, delicious and terrible for her health. Later, when he was all taken care of, she would be left with nothing but a stomachache and tears. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from taking a bite.
He looked into her eyes and smiled. “You had a question?”
She gave a half-hearted attempt to get out of his arms. Even she didn’t believe it. “How’s my car?”
“Do you need it?”
“Well, I thought I would go to the office supply store.” Also, she needed to get out of there for a while. Maybe she could stick to that plan. All her other plans failed worse than his finances.
“I shall drive you there, and on our way we’ll get lunch.”
“I can go alone.” She couldn’t spend any extra time with him. It was one thing to do the books, but another to go out with him for errands and meals.
“Well, alone is not in your future.” He winked. “Your car is sick and won’t be well for at least a few days. Looks like I’ll be your chauffeur.” He put his arm around her. “Don’t worry, I’ll run shuttle service to and from your work.”
Every muscle in her body tensed. “I can take a cab?”
“No. No cab, they’re not safe.”
“I’ll rent a car.”
“No.” He didn’t offer an explanation, but the no felt final.
“Then a bus.”
This time both Shane and Ivan shouted no, and she swore she heard Emily’s echo from the back.
“You will absolutely not go on a bus.” He pulled her in closer. “Now that you’re one of us, you will be under our protection.”
This time she managed to get out of his grasp. She was not one of them.
“Your chariot to the office supply store awaits you.” He held out his elbow. “What do we need there anyway?”
“Things like file folders and such.” She sighed. “That’s my system, so you’ll have to get used to it.”
He took a fist full of money out of the box and held it out to her. “I didn’t think you were a shove it in a drawer type of girl.”
She took the money. “I’m not.” She also wasn’t a tattoo parlor girl or the type of girl that got the shivers for the man with the Mohawk, yet here she was, but she couldn’t stay.
If worse came to worse, and it probably would, she would be out of there in five months and nine days, and her parents could fix her disaster again.
Chapter Seven
“I’m flipping starving.” Ivan tossed a magazine aside. “Send Carson for some burritos.”
Shane shook his head while he picked the chewed eraserless pencils out of Lindsay’s cup and replaced them with a handful of brand new pencils with nice pink plump erasers for her to bite off. As he tossed the old ones, he smiled. When she got working she also got chewing.
“Burgers?” Ivan asked.
Without a word he picked up the artwork of the inside of a computer for his next tattoo. He supposed his customer wanted to be electronic.
“Subs?”
He shrugged.
“Sushi?” Ivan groaned. “Again?”
“I have lunch.” He lifted the pad in front of his face. In ten years, he’d never brought his lunch to work. “Lindsay made me something.” He pulled a cooler out from under the front desk.
Ivan came over. “Look at that. She labeled it.”
He smiled at the paper she’d taped to the cooler with his name. “Well, now I won’t forget who I am.”
“So this week she’s made you breakfast twice, balanced your check book, well actually took it away, and yesterday we got cake.” Ivan rubbed his stomach.
“I got cake. I was just nice and shared.” The first day he arrived early to take her to work she acted shocked and didn’t talk much. He knew she didn’t want to like him, but every day he worked on her and slowly, like erosion, he was winning.
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