Twisted Desire (The Twisted Series) by Christa Simpson Read Free Book Online

girlfriend, or
what Brandee’s deal is these days, but it’s clear she has issues.  For
Mitchell’s sake, Aliah’s kept her mouth shut, but Brandee just begs to be told
where to shove that look.
    To top that off, nasty scum bags hit on her all night, until
she starts to recall that most men are total pieces of shit.  Harley being
number one on her shit list.  He was obviously just stringing her
on.  And she let him.  She now realizes his implied intention to
screw her brains out was but a false dream.  She only wishes she can stop
fantasizing about it.
    Aliah’s relieved when the drink orders are all filled and
she has a second to herself.  As the pace slows, Aliah clears the empty
bottles from the bar, wipes it down, and sets out to prepare herself a thick
milkshake.  She hunches over the bar and sips from it, purely out of
exhaustion.  Her lips are puckered over the straw, but her eyes still
remain latched onto the front entrance of the place.
    She notices Harley the second he walks through the
door.  It’s hard not to notice something so sexy.  Has he come back
for her?  Did he look for her another night?  Unwilling to wait for
the answers, she instantly abandons her drink to pay him a visit.  She
walks right up to him, struggling to contain her giddiness and keep up her bad
girl attitude.
    “Back again?”  She smiles, even though she warns herself
not to.
    “Back again.”
    “What can I do for you?”
    Now he’s the one smiling, teeth and all.  “Now that
depends…”
    “To drink.  What can I get you to drink?”
    Harley chuckles and it gets to Aliah.  She doesn’t get
flustered easily, but this guy just turns her crank in a really good way. 
She really wants to keep him smiling like that.
    He glances over at the bar where she was hunched when he’d
arrived.  “What are you drinking?”
    “Oh, you saw that did you?  It’s not on the menu.”
    He follows her to the bar and when she catches him raping
her legs with his eyes, she needs a drink to cool off.
    She brings the straw to her lips and, without thinking,
speaks.  “Look how thick and smoothie it is.”
    That makes him smile.  Now he can’t take his eyes off
her mouth.  A bit of her milkshake coats her upper lip.  Her tongue
darts out to get it, with parted lips.  His eyes seem to warm at the
sight.  She chews on her bottom lip craving more of the attention he has
to give.  The temperature in the room suddenly feels like it’s spiked
another ten degrees.
    “Hello!” a fat man hollers from across the bar.  “Can I
get a drink in this place, or what?”
    Aliah crinkles her eyes and winces.  “Excuse me.” 
She knows exactly who is messing with her.  She walks over to where Big Roy
has landed and begins to fan her face.
    Harley eventually finds a spot at the bar at the opposite
end from the fat man.  Aliah holds onto the beer and gives Roy a pointed
glance.  “I didn’t hear a please on the back end of that question,
Roy.  You aren’t getting anything until you use those manners.”
    “May I please have my drink, beautiful?” Roy answers.
    Aliah slaps at him, and when she plunks his beer in front of
him, it splashes over the rim of the glass.  “Don’t call me that.” 
She stares at the bottom of her shirt, now soaked in beer.
    “You used to love when I called you that.  Is little
Ally all grown up now?”
    Aliah glances up, just in time to catch another slutty
barmaid tending to Harley.  “Yeah.  Something like that,” she
mumbles.  To say she was disappointed would be a mega understatement.
    Seeing Harley chatting with the other girl only makes her
remember that she’s not about to bend over backwards for anyone.  Hard to
get is the way she rolls.  It’s always worked for her in the past and
Harley, whatever his last name is, isn’t getting any special treatment,
starting now.
    Rather than return to Harley’s side and interrupt his little
conversation, Aliah keeps her post and tends to