Like I said in my last post, creating some character profiles is on my list of to-dos.
I’m thinking that Ella would be a good character to tackle first.
What do you think? 🙂
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*Slightly MATURE CONTENT*
It was dark and past 2am but I knew it was Jake from the way his jeans hugged the back of his ass.
He was just sitting there at the back exit of the club, straddling a big, powerful motorcycle between his legs and seeing him poised like that gave me vivid images of him between mine.
Sizzling hot Jake.
Illuminated by the glow of the street lamp, Jake was waiting for someone and that someone was definitely me.
Since I’d rescued him from that nasty beat down and I’d helped him mend, I hadn’t spoken to him or returned his texts. I knew that he’d been sniffing around the club a few times over the past few weeks, trying to bump into me but I purposely hadn’t given him the chance.
Sure, I’d seen him from backstage and the girls had been quick to tell me that he’d been asking about me. But I decided to let him simmer and stew. He could continue trying to chase me down until I was good and ready to be caught.
If Jake really wanted to see me, he’d find a way to come and get me. And as usual, I was right. Waiting for me to surface from the back exit after work was his way of making things happen.
Smart sizzling hot Jake.
Before Jake could notice me, I put my game face on, shook my hair out of its ponytail and just for the fun of it, I unbuttoned an extra button from my top to reveal a little extra skin. Then I walked right past him.
His thick deep voice immediately made my lady bits tingle and I knew that my plan to make him work for it wouldn’t last very long. I stopped, turned slowly and pretended to be surprised.
“Gabriella, where have you been hiding?”
“Hiding isn’t my style. I’m just a busy girl Jake.”
“Too busy to spare a few minutes of your time for me?”
Jake raked back on the bike and folded his arms, a smile spreading across his face.
“That all depends. Right now, I’m a busy girl who is very tired and needs to go to bed.”
As I started to walk away, Jake outstretched his hand and slowly held me back by the elbow. Of course, I let him stop me. I was looking forward to that smile being my downfall.
“Now that sounds like a good idea.”Jake’s voice oozed with heat and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hop on and let me give you a ride. It’s too dark for you to be walking alone. This is not exactly the best of neighborhoods.”
“If you haven’t noticed, I can handle myself quite well Jake.”
I placed my hands on my hips and tilted my head to the side, knowing that my hair would fall seductively over the side of my face. It was a move that always succeeded in getting me what I wanted to have.
Jake’s eyes immediately slowly slid over the length of my body, down to the tips of my French manicured toes, back up to my ample cleavage and then rested on my mouth. When Jake ran his tongue over his lips, I knew that it was involuntary and exactly what he was thinking. I wanted to do the same.
“I’m more than capable of handling you Gabriella.”
Yummy, yum, yum. This man could definitely get me to…
“I’m not so sure about that. Only time will tell if I decide to give you the time of day.”
Jake shook his head and let go of my arm.
“You are bad girl Gabriella.”
“Well, when I’m good, I’m bad and when I’m bad, I’m better…”
“Is that what you say about yourself?”
Now it was turn to fold my arms and shake my head.
“No, but that’s what other people say about me. Life is so much more interesting when I’m bad”.
“So you’re refusing to take my ride?” Jake asked again. He was making me all sorts of hot and making me want some not-so-innocent fun.
“What type of ride are you offering me?” I asked, getting close enough to smell his cologne.
“Gabriella, I didn’t mean it like that,” Jake said, suddenly looking a little embarrassed that I had sexified his words. He shifted uncomfortably on the bike seat. “I was just joking around.”
“I’m not joking.”
I let my bag fall to the ground and my fingers found themselves gathering up the oversized white shirt that hid my short skirt. I almost cracked up at his shocked expression as he stared down at what my fingers were doing. Before Jake could wrap his head around what was happening, I threw a leg over the bike and straddle it just like him. The only difference was that I made sure to face him so that we were up close and very personal. Face to face, bodies just inches apart.
I placed both of my palms on his chest to balance myself and inched my body a little closer, thinking how strong his muscles felt through his shirt. Then, I slipped my arms around his waist and crushed my chest against his.
“Don’t look for what you thought you wanted to find… unless you know that you can handle it,” I purred into his ear. “But if this is the kind of ride you’re offering Jake, I’ll gladly take it…If you can handle me.”
(follow-up to “Naughty Girls Need Love Too.”)
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