Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Um, nope. We talk in the open.”
If Mayhem was the laughing type, he would have done so right then. She was smart, had a fire inside of her, and that was one of the reasons he was so hard up for Butters. Mayhem didn’t bother reminding her that when she was his, he’d do a hell of a lot of things to her in private.
She’d find that out soon enough. If she wanted the feeling of having the upper hand, of having some control, he’d give it to her but only this one time.
Chapter
Six
Butters twisted her hands together. After she’d gotten off the phone with Mayhem, she’d been able to sleep for a few hours, but it had been tossing and turning with a mixture of nightmares between them.
She looked out the window again, waiting for Mayhem to show up. It was the following evening, and with Nate still at her house sleeping off and on, more in pain today than he was last night, she needed to get this handled.
“Can I get you anything, hun?” the waitress said, pen and pad in hand. She was an older woman, looking like she’d had a rough life but was still pushing through.
Butters shook her head. “I’m fine with the water, thanks.”
“Just wave me over if you change your mind.”
“Okay.” She watched as the waitress nodded and turned, leaving Butters to sit there and think about all the shit in her life once again. She didn’t know how long she sat at the table waiting, but she finally saw the gleam of chrome as a big ass Harley pulled into the graveled parking lot.
Mayhem sat on it, parking the beast of a vehicle, his body looking huge, covered in denim and leather, and sporting that vest that advertised he was in a dangerous biker club.
Butters started feeling twitchy. She bounced her leg under the table and was tearing apart the napkin in her hands as she watched him. He dismounted the bike, took off the skullcap helmet, and looked at the diner. He had on a pair of sunglasses, his dark hair short but messy, and she felt like her world was falling apart.
He was attractive in a dark, dangerous way, and she wasn’t blind to the thought or excitement of being with him sexually. But he scared her more than she admitted. She didn’t think he’d ever hurt her, but it was the way he looked at her, the fact he was going to these lengths just to sleep with her.
It seemed unreal.
Who in the hell would give someone ten grand to fuck them? Not even the best of whores made that kind of money, at least not in this town.
He started making his way toward the diner, and she turned her focus to the front door. It opened a few seconds later, the little bell above it making noise as he entered.
This diner was shitty, as were many of the businesses within a ten-mile radius, but she’d been here countless times after getting off work. The people were friendly, most of the time, and the food was palatable.
Butters could have stood and motioned him over, but instead, she sat squirming nervously in her chair, and watched as he looked around the restaurant, and finally stopped as his gaze landed on hers.
For a second, they just looked at each other. Mayhem moved toward her while slipping his sunglasses in the collar of his shirt. The dark lenses hung on his shirt, and an emotionless mask covered his face.
They were still holding each other’s gazes when the waitress came by again.
“You want any—”
“I’m good,” Mayhem said in a monotone, never taking his eyes off of Butters, and cutting off the waitress.
“Okay.” The waitress drew that word out a little longer than comfortable, but she left them alone.
They sat, staring at each other, the silence thick enough it felt like a second skin.
“You wanted to talk, so talk, baby.”
She gritted her teeth. “I’m not your baby.”
He didn’t move, didn’t show any expression after she spoke. The fact he stayed silent, his focus on her, intense, searing, made her feel like she was under a microscope. She didn’t have time to fuck around, though.
Taking a deep breath, the sooner she got this out of the way, the sooner she got the cash to save Nate and could be done with this deal.
“Going through with this, how long do you see it lasting?” She just knew he probably wouldn’t be a one-night type of guy.
“Does it matter?”
She clenched her teeth. “It does. This is my life.”
“It shouldn’t, seeing as I’m giving you ten grand.” His bright blue eyes were still focused on her. “If I want you for one night or one month, you should be ready to do whatever the fuck I say, right?” He lifted a dark eyebrow again.