The Super: A Bad Boy Romance Read Online Free Page B

shouldn't be a problem. Before Clarissa, my love life consisted of a different woman every weekend. I was fine with it. I didn’t have time for a girlfriend, and Eric and I had to focus on getting our firm running.
    It’s the usual Friday night crowd. We’re no stranger to bars like this. Young women come here with the intention of going home with a guy in hopes that it’ll either lead to to something more and she’ll be set for life, or that it won’t lead to something more. In the case of the latter, I am sure some of these women have a pair of ballet flats tucked into their purse for the cab ride home tomorrow morning.
    Sometimes it really does lead to something more. One of my best friends from college met his wife here. What started as a one night stand - excuse me, it actually started as a quickie in the bathroom - ended up as a glorious relationship, complete with a honeymoon in St. Lucia.
    But those results are not typical. Most of the time, even the women who come here are only looking to have a few martinis and a roll in the bed of some numbers guy who doesn’t give a shit about anything except the dick in his pants and the money in his pocket.
    Who said true love is dead?
    It seems that the typical clientele is in full attendance tonight, decked out in the standard costumes - women in bandage dresses and sky-high heels, men in their sport coats and some in ties. Shiny, new shoes. Not a scuff mark in sight.
    My gaze lands on a pair of women in the corner, at a low booth by themselves. There aren’t any men with them, so I assume that their boyfriends are at the bar. I can't quite figure out another reason why there are no men hitting on them.
    They are both hot, but I’m instantly attracted to one of them. She’s slim but not skinny, with just a little bit of curve in all the right places. She has a fresh, smooth, natural face, and her hair is pulled back into a loose bun, with loose tendrils tucked behind her ears.
    I can see that she is here for a few drinks with her girlfriend, or maybe with her boyfriend who is just away from the table for a moment. She isn’t here for a drunken hookup. She’s here to have fun, but not that kind of fun.
    That shouldn’t be an obstacle for me.
    I’ll be tender with her, kiss her, and tell her how sweet and beautiful she is. Maybe she’ll be shy and coy and tell me the truth when I ask her if she goes home with strangers often. I can already tell that she doesn’t, by the way she’s carrying herself. She doesn’t have some ass-hugging dress on, and she isn’t curling her hips to the music and looking over her shoulder at me.
    I’ll treat her like the real lady she is, and tell her that she shouldn’t go home with strangers, because now I’m the only man for her.
    If that’s what she wants. Otherwise, if she has me and this whole bar fooled, I’ll  fuck her fast and hard. I’d even let her suck me off in the cab on the way home. Or if she wants, I’d pull her into the men’s room, prop her ass up on the sink, lift her skirt up around her ass and lick her until she comes right there.
    If that’s what she wants.
    “Don’t you know it’s rude to stare? Were you raised by wolves? No, you were not. I happen to know who your parents are,” Eric interrupts my thoughts as he slips his phone into his pocket.
    “I’m not staring. What’s wrong with your phone? Finally broke your thumbs from all the emails and texts you’ve sent today?”
    “You are staring. See anything you like?”
    “Her.” I gesture with my drink to the woman in the corner booth.
    “Which one? The one who looks like she just came from a job interview or the hot one?”
    “What? They’re both hot. You’re unbelievable.”
    “No, you’re right. They are both hot. But one of them is dressed so...plain.”
    He’s right. That’s what I like about her.
    “I’m going to go talk to them.”
    “Suit yourself. I’ll be over here, laughing at you when their boyfriends come