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bit.”
    “You don’t need that shit.”
    She looked over at me. “I do.”
    “Hmm.”
    She pulled out that black shit Kat caked on, except she didn’t cake it, she swiped twice on the upper and once on the lower lash. Yeah they popped, so did my cock. I’m gonna piss Momma off if I fuck this girl, but there was something about her. So I’m definitely gonna piss Momma off when I fuck this girl.
    She pulled out lipstick .
    “Doesn’t that taste like shit?” I asked.
    She put it against her lips, circled around them once and glanced out of the corner of her eyes at me, watching. I wanted my cock in her mouth so bad right now.
    “Nope. It’s actually flavored.”
    Mmmm, I got a flavor for you, Kitten .
    I couldn’t say shit to her right now so I turned on the radio. Demons by Imagine Dragons was playing. She started humming and shoved her makeup bag in her other bag. Women and their bags.
    She seemed to be digging this tune so I reached up to turn it up and she was already on it. So now my hand’s covering hers on the knob. She started to jerk her hand away and my natural instinct to control kicked in. I turned it up, my hand covering hers and very slowly let go, fuck her skin was soft.
    I looked over and she was looking at me wide eyed.
    “You like this song.”
    “Is there something you need to tell me? Are you like…do you have mental health issues?”
    I laughed loud making her eyes widen in confusion. When I didn’t stop she looked pissed.
    “I’m serious, you’re pretty…I don’t know. I was real excited about working here. At t he interview you seemed like y’all would be fun to work with, but you’re…”
    “I’m what ?” Yeah, enough with the fun now I needed to know what it is I was.
    “Fucking confused! Frankly you’re a dick…”
    “Ladies don’t talk like that, Bekah. And yeah I think I heard all about me and my dick last night when you and your roommate…”
    “Oh hell no! We’re not…”
    “Zandor. Oh Zandor!”
    “She started it!”
    “She started it huh? What are you, twelve?”
    “Fuck…”
    “Ladies don’t…”
    “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! You’re a crazy ass!”
    I pulled over quick and threw my Baby in park and turned to her, “You’ll reserve that language for the bedroom, Bekah. Ladies don’t talk like that.”
    “Fuck…” I covered her mouth because if she said it one more time I was gonna drag her ass out of the car and bend her over the hood and nail her.
    Touching her mouth gave me instant steel. I grabbed the back of her head and fisted her still-damp blonde locks and pulled her head back. Her breath on my hands was hot and she wasn’t fighting me. She grabbed my wrists as I tilted her head to the side. Fuck what the hell was I thinking? Not like this.
    “You need to fix that .” I let go of her and pointed to her fake-ass tattoo.
    “What?” he r voice squeaked.
    “The rose, it’s fading.”
    She looked down at her chest and her face turned red.
    I pulled out onto the street trying to settle myself down . She was doing the same damn thing.
    When we pulled in , Justice was standing next to her Honda. “You good?”
    Her head swung around and she was pissed . “Fu…”
    “Don’t you even dare , Bekah.”
    “Who do you think you are?” she sneered.
    I opened the door and got out, “Hey man, thanks for doing this.” I tossed him her keys.
    She got out, glared at me, and then smiled sweet as hell at him . “Thanks so much…”
    “ Justice.” He reached his hand out and she shook it. “So you’re gonna ink me?”
    “Sure am, whatcha having done?”
    “Well I was thinking about starting my sleeve but now I’m thinking…”
    “Whatever you want. I’ll fix you right up.”
    She was flirting with him, fucking flirting!
    “Oh yeah? You do piercings?”
    “Justice darlin’ I do piercings. I’ll be nice and…”
    “Bekah, we need to get the shop opened up .” I wasn’t liking this shit.
    “Oh, I thought I was here early to do Justice