Page 13 of Dirty Reads

You’re gonna buy me a dress?

“You’re gonna buy me a dress?”

“I’m going to take you to dinner. The dress is part of it.”

“Are you serious?”

“About which part? That I can’t get you and your cute little ass off my mind, or the part about buying the dress?”

“Uhhm.” I shrugged. “Both.”

“Turn around.”

“What?”

“Turn around. You know what that means, right? Like spin in a circle real slow. Turn around.”

“I’m not turning around.”

He cocked an eyebrow and stared. It was the same stare he gave me when I honked the horn. My face felt hot and tingly. My pussy soon followed. I lasted all of three seconds.

Slowly, I turned around.

He scratched the side of his head. “Yeah.”

“Yeah what?”

“Jesus. You asked me if I was serious. I said ‘about what, the ass or the dress?’ You said ‘both.’ I said ‘turn around.’ You did. I said ‘Yeah.’ Yeah, Jess. I’m serious. About your ass. And about the dress.” He pushed the tequila a little closer to me. “Now, drink your fucking shot.”

He was wearing a black button-down shirt, dark wash jeans, and rocking a slight growth of beard. He looked good. Really good. The thought of it all excited me. I loved spur of the moment shopping, hot guys, fancy restaurants, and Mercedes Benz’s. I just couldn’t afford any of them.

I nodded. “If you’ll buy me a dress, I’ll go get someone to cover my shift.”

He rolled his eyes and tilted his head toward the tequila. I picked up the shot on my side of the table, downed it, and reached for his.

His eyes filled with wonder, and his face with disbelief. I lifted the other shot and downed it. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. I grabbed one of the limes and bit into it.

I turned toward him and winked. “Pull your car around to the back door.”

He sat up in his seat and grinned. As he slid out of the booth, his biceps flared through his shirt. “Bring me my tab.”

God damn, you’re sexy.

“Dinner’s on you. Patron’s on me.”

He slid out of the booth and stood. “I’ll pull around.”

There were a few things I didn’t have any business doing.

One of them was drinking tequila.

The other was being in the presence of a criminal.

But only one was a stipulation of my probation.