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Publish date: September 2013
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Rock the Beat
Chapter 1
Why the hell is it
eighty seven million degrees in this store? I know we’re poor, but damn. A
little air conditioning would be nice. I readjust the fan on the counter and
allow the air to blow directly on me. It’s disgustingly hot in here and this
uniform top that reads Mountain Time Speed Track doesn’t help the situation. I
glance around, and when I’m sure there’s no customers lurking about, I unbutton
my top and stuff it under the counter. Immediately I’m relieved. The white wife
beater I have on is soaked with sweat, but at least when the hot air whips
across my skin, it feels a little cooler.
Dad and I are
going to have a serious talk about this uniform situation if he doesn’t cool
this place down soon.
I gather my long,
blond hair into a messy bun on the top of my and grab the spray bottle of water
I’ve been using to mist over my skin. I tip my head back, close my eyes and
douse my bare skin in water. A little sigh of pleasure slips from my lips as
the relief of being cool finally wafts over me.
“Damn. If I’d
known I was going to see an erotic show in here I would’ve brought some ones.”
My eyes snap open and land on a tattooed arm in front of me holding two hundred
dollar bills. “You’ll have to show a little more skin if you want me to stuff
hundreds down your pants. Those you have to work hard to earn.”
My gaze travels up
the toned arm and shoulders, until it finally lands on an absurdly handsome
face. A light beard covers his cheeks, while a baseball cap covers most of his
shaggy dark hair. His bright blue eyes dance with amusement as his plump lips
pull up on one side, revealing a devilish smirk. It’s like the face of Adonis
staring right at me and it makes my stomach flip. Stomach flippers are down
right dangerous.
I grab the money
from his hand and do my best to appear completely annoyed by this beautiful
stranger. “How much time do you need?”
“Easy there, sugar
tits. No need to be bitchy. I’m plenty fun once you lose that stick up your
ass,” Adonis man says before winking at me.
I bunch my
eyebrows and my lip curls. What a pig. He actually fucking winked at me. This asshole has some balls. This one is far worse
than the typical biker boys that come here to practice for the X-Games. They give me their best line,
and when I shoot the wind out of their preverbal sail with my are-you-kidding-me
attitude, they turn tale and run—never looking back. Most steer clear of the
Ice Queen at the front desk.
Looks like I’ll
have to kick up my bitch factor a couple notches to throw this one off my
scent. “You look about as fun as an albino getting a sunburn. Now, how much
time do you want on the track?”
His gaze trails up
and down my body as he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip nice and slow. “You
always this difficult?”
I roll my eyes and
sigh, trying to decide if I can get away with cussing him out and telling him
there’s no chance in hell that I’ll ever date a biker. Been there, done that,
so not doing it again. They never have their shit together and mostly all still
live at home with their mom’s and play video games all day.
I open my mouth to
tell him to take a walk off a short pier somewhere, but quickly close it as my
father’s shaking head pops into mind like my guilty little conscious. Always
treat the customer with respect. That’s Dad’s number one rule. “Time?”
Tattooed hottie
leans against the counter and grins. Looks to me like he’s contemplating taking
me on as a challenge, and I stare back at him with my best
you-don’t-stand-a-chance-in-hell look. “Tell me, sweet cakes, did the last guy
get your panties in a bunch? I’ll be happy to untwist them if you like. I’d
guess it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked thoroughly. You’d be amazed
how it’ll pop that stick out of your ass. And with a fine-ass body like that,
I’d be happy to volunteer my services. It would be doing the public a great
kindness.”
My mouth gapes
open and I stare at him in shock. That’s it—to hell with keeping the peace in
order to gain his business. This jerk has pushed me too far. “Listen here, buddy. My panties are none of
your concern as for your time you can
take your money and sh—”
“Holly,” My father
scolds as he comes bursting through the front door of the shop with a scowl on
his face. I sigh heavily. Dad didn’t even give me enough time to tell this dude
to shove his money straight up his ass. “I can hear you clear outside. Why are
you yelling at our guest?”
The man focuses
his eyes directly on me and smiles, waiting for me to explain to my father why
I was yelling at him in the first place. “I…he…Ugh! Why don’t you ask him why?”
Dad scratches his
head as he glances over at Adonis.
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