Seduce by Missy Johnson Read Free Book Online

her scream, least of all the greasy fuck in the kitchen.
    “My car’s still not fixed,” she said, arching an eyebrow. What was she getting at here?
    “I hadn’t noticed,” I lied. Of course I had. It was hard not to notice the beat-up old sedan sitting in the same spot with the tire as flat as a tack. She eyed me as though she didn’t believe me.
    “When do you finish?” I asked, deciding I needed to take the plunge here or I’d end up regretting it.
    “Ten.” Forty-five minutes away.
    “Do you want a lift?” I asked, my eyes burning into hers. She held my gaze, and nodded.
    “I was hoping you’d offer,” she smiled. Suddenly she jumped up. Dropping the butt on the floor, she pushed it into the dirt with her sandal. “Come inside. I will give you a free meal while you wait for me.”
    I followed her through the back entrance, past the kitchen, and out into the restaurant area. She pointed to the counter. I sat, opening a menu, pretending to pore over the offerings. Really, my eyes were on her ass as she bent down to retrieve a glass from the bottom shelf. I willed that skirt to rise just a little bit higher. It didn’t, but I saw enough that my cock began to flex against my pants. As she turned around, I quickly averted my eyes to her face.
    “Soda? Juice?”
    “Water,” I replied, closing the menu. She nodded and retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator. “Thanks,” I said. Next to me, my phone vibrated on the counter, causing both of us to look at it.
    “You going to answer it?” she asked curiously. I shook my head and turned the phone off, shoving it back in my pocket.
    “Just work. It can wait,” I replied.
    She nodded. “So what do you want? To eat,” she added quickly, a blush creeping over her face as she took in my expression. There was so much I wanted from this girl, and food was the last thing on my mind.
    I wanted her standing in front of me with her legs slightly spread apart. Then I wanted to kneel down in front of her, my hands resting on her bare legs. Slowly, I’d run a hand up each leg, my nails gently digging into her soft skin as my hands moved up her thighs, under the hem of her dress. She would be staring at me as my fingers traced over the outside of her panties, which would be damp from anticipation. Her knees would start to buckle at my touch because she’d want me so badly. I’d take my third finger, the longest one, and gently lift it under the edge of her panties. My eyes locked on hers, I’d take that finger and—
    “Are you going to answer my question, or just keep staring at me?” she said innocently, blushing under the intensity of my gaze.
    “A burger is fine,” I replied, chuckling at her bashfulness. I wasn’t used to girls being shy around me. “For now,” I added, soft enough for her not to hear. I leaned against the counter, my cock so fucking hard from imagining the things I wanted to do to her.
    ***
    Sitting around for nearly an hour waiting for a girl to finish work so I could drive her home was not something I did often. Or ever. I’d done many things to get a girl, but waiting was not one of them. The difference was, most girls I could take or leave. With this girl it was like I had no choice.
    All too often I saw women as just a way for me to relieve some sexual tension—in fact, I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had occupied my thoughts for longer than the half-hour we had spent in bed. There was something different about this girl though. We’d had no physical contact, yet I was going out of my way to see her and to learn more about her. To be honest, that scared me a little. God only knows what Alex would say about this.
    I glanced up and saw Angel walking toward me, her purse and jacket in one hand, the other hand swinging against her stride.
    “Finished,” she smiled as we began to walk toward the exit. “Thanks for waiting.”
    “No worries,” I replied. We walked to my car, and I opened the door, closing it