GRIND (The Silver Nitrate Series Book 1) by Tiana Laveen Read Free Book Online Page A

he lowered it back down to his side, nerves still tingling.
    “Silver.”
    “Silver?” He cocked his brow. “Hmmm, unusual name… That’s nice, though. I like it.”
    “Yours is unusual, too.”
    The darkness in her eyes caught the light just right and made his chest heat as it would with cognac going down smooth.
    He nodded in agreement, kept the course. “Yeah, it is. Maybe we can talk about that… if you’d give me the opportunity.”
    She turned away as if he’d simply given her a flyer to a local tittie bar and the strippers were substandard at best. But, he didn’t miss the twitchy little smirk on her face.
    “So, how are you liking the music tonight so far?” he pressed on, unwilling to throw in the towel just yet.
    “It’s okay.” Her face still averted, she swayed back and forth to the music, like a curtain that had caught a light, airy breeze.
    Jamming his hand in his pocket, he lifted his chin and shortened their distance to the point he could see a wayward spring of her hair that hung straighter than all the rest, twirling against her earlobe. She turned towards him then, clearly irritated by his bold actions that granted her barely an inch of breathing room.
    “Why are you so close to me?” She looked the man up and down as if he’d suddenly appeared out of a mysterious vapor. “You need to step back.”
    Should he allow his inner demons to unleash, or play it nice?
    “Now!” she snapped.
    Demon-launch now in session…
    “You know what, Silver?”
    “What?” Her face drew serious, her full lips pursed as they stared one another down.
    “I’m just a guy that was admiring you, trying to ask you out…maybe get to know you. Instead, you’re standin’ here proud of your nasty ass attitude. The problem with women like you is—”
    “Women like me? Women…like me?!” Her eyes scanned him once again, this time a lot faster.
    “Yeah, women like you . You must be living in some fantasy world. I ain’t beatin’ no drums right now and from your responses you ain’t Helen Keller. You can hear and see me just fine; you heard what I said.”
    “Oh, you’re a comedian?” she taunted.
    “Not right now and nothin’ is funny at this moment, anyway.”
    “Oh, something is funny alright… and it’s still standing here, annoying me.” She sloshed her drink around, tossed the straw on the ground and looked down into the glass, then straight ahead, as if pretending he was no longer in her noble presence.
    “The problem wit’ women like you is that you expect a man to chase ya ass, kiss it, fall apart, and play all these silly ass games.” He waved his hands about in a theatrical sort of way.
    “Nobody told you to bring yo’ ol’, tired, lame ass over here,” she barked, her dark brows rutting, messing up the beautiful face he’d coveted just moments prior.
    “And nobody told you to act stuck up, arrogant, and immature, either!”
    Her mouth dropped open, as if she were truly appalled.
    “Little boy, please! And for the record, stuck up and arrogant are the same thing!” She threw her hand up in his face, barely missing his nose. “All you want to do is fuck. I put up the stop sign and now you’re mad… You mad?” She cackled. “Not my issue, not my cause or concern, so go find someone else dumb enough to fall for this mess tonight. I’m sure the club is full of them.”
    “So what if I wanted to fuck you.” He shrugged, feeling some kind of way.
    She shook her head in disbelief, but it didn’t stop him.
    “I still came at you respectfully and sometimes a lust fuck turns into a love struck, but you didn’t give it any time to find out!”
    She stepped back, her lips parted…yet no words came out. He wasn’t even certain what was going on with him right then, but it was happening and he was going to ride it on out until the little, skinny man sang.
    “You aren’t the first woman to act like this and there isn’t shit about you that gives you the right to think that