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Over My Head |
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| Available At: | Totally Bound | Books 2 Read | ||||
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“Slade?”
He shook the thoughts from
his head. “Get in. We can talk in the warmth.” He rolled his window
back up, careful not to lose too much precious heat.
Astra slid
into the passenger seat and rubbed her arms.
“Colder than the Arctic, isn’t it?”
Slade glanced at her bare
hands. “Where are your gloves, little girl?” He took both her hands
in his. “You’re going to freeze.” “My gloves grew legs and
walked out while I was on stage.” She shivered next to him. “Sorry.
The car died and I needed a ride.” “I didn’t see your car in
the lot.” He squeezed her hands, working the circulation back into
them. “Mine’s the only one here.”
“I know.” She averted her
whiskey gaze. “I walked here.” “What?”
Slade forced himself to remain calm. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Astra danced as Sexyback and had been in a relationship with the
club owner, Salazar “Tiny” Balthazar. He shouldn’t care who she
fucked, but the thought of her laying down with the tattooed man
churned his stomach. Like she’d sleep with him. He wasn’t even who
he claimed to be.
“Because it’s at my
brother-in-law’s garage. Wouldn’t start and my brother-in-law said
it was the starter. I don’t know.” “I can look at it tomorrow,
if you want.” Slade clamped his lips together. If he talked too much
more, he’d say something foolish. “You can’t do any worse.”
She laughed, a low, throaty laugh that sent sizzles through his
veins. “How about you just take me home. I’m pooped and those damned
heels hurt after an hour or two.” He wasn’t real thrilled to
let her go, but hell, if he said he thought about her late at night
surely Astra would thank him and take off. He put the car into gear.
He missed her touch and he barely knew her. He pulled out of the lot
and into the street, careful not to skid on the freshly fallen snow.
“You got it.”
“Astra?”
She gulped.
He’d used her given name. Most of the bouncers didn’t even know the
girls had names, other than ‘the one with huge knockers’.
She turned. Slade wasn’t traditionally handsome. His face was
a little too long and his black hair a tad too unruly. His grey eyes
flashed whenever he looked at her and the simple act always sent
shivers up her spine. It was like he didn’t see her physical
attributes, but rather saw the woman inside. But to have him see her
as a human, not a set of breasts was a too much to ask.
“We’re
here.” Slade pulled into his parking spot at the Sanborn Building.
“It’s three in the morning and damned icy. Give me a moment
and I’ll come around to get you.”
“I’m not going to break,”
she chuffed although she appreciated his gesture. Astra waited a
heartbeat for him to round the hood of the car. Slade opened the door and
offered his gloves. “Put these on.” She considered arguing with
him and capitulated. Gloves were so much better than frozen fingers.
She shivered again. “Thanks.” He looped one arm around her
back and placed his hand on her elbow. “Are you for real?” She
looked away, embarrassed by her own question. “I hope so,” he murmured in
her ear. “I had a mother who insisted I have manners as well as
learn how to put a man in his place.” She paused and stared at
him. “What, little girl?”
“Your girlfriend is a lucky
woman.” Her heart beat loud in her ears. Had she just blurted
something about his girlfriend? Shit.
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