Chapter Four:

By the time we finished last night, I was exhausted. Extremely satisfied, but exhausted. A good romp in the sheets will take it out of you. Especially it had been almost a year since the last time you had sex, like it was for me. I don’t date a lot. It’s never really been priority for me.

I glanced at the alarm clock next to my bed; it’s only five in the morning. We’ve only been asleep for six hours. Why am I up so early? Fuck it. I’m going to try and go back to sleep.

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I jerked awake and tumbled onto the floor. I tried to pinpoint the cause of my rude awakening and heard the shrill sound of my phone going off. It has to be work. I frowned. It’s supposed to be my day off. Does that mean nothing to those people?

“What?” I growled as I answered the phone.

“Someone sounds peachy this morning.” My boss quipped.

“What do you want, George?” I asked, clearly annoyed.

“Tina called out. She has the flu or something. Can you come in? I’m already short. I need another set of wheels.” He asked me. I sighed into the mouthpiece on my cell.

“No.” I told him.

“Please K? I need you.”

“Then sweeten the pot.” I replied, simply.

“What will it take?”

“What are you willing to offer?” I quipped.

“I’ll pay you time and a half.” He relented.

“And?” I asked.

“I’ll just call someone else.” He said – his voice dripped with irritation.

“Okay.” I agreed. He cursed under his breath. He was bluffing and we both knew it. I’ve been working for him for almost two years. I knew all of his tricks, already. He likes to forget that.

“You can take two hours for lunch.” He huffed.

“Deal,” I agreed. “When do you want me in by?” I asked him.

“Now would be nice, but eight will do.” He retorted. I glanced at my clock. It’s almost seven-thirty. No way in hell could I make it there on time.

“That’s not possible, G. I just woke up. I can be there at nine-thirty.”

“Fine, but if you’re here a minute after, you’re not getting that lunch break.” He threatened me.

“Yeah, yeah, calm your tits. Bye George.” I ended the call. Dean stirred in my bed. I sighed. Hot, naked man in my bed or work? Yeah, like that’s a hard decision. At least work pays. I make good money, but riding after the beating my pussy took last night is gonna be rough.

I stood up and walked over to the bathroom. I showered and got dressed in record time. I threw on a black pair of biking shorts, a tank top and wind-breaker. It shouldn’t get too cold out, but you never know. I put my hair into a messy bun, complete with a backwards baseball gap. It helps keep my hair out of my face.

I grabbed my phone, wallet and keys and dumped them into my backpack. It looks stupid, but nothing else really works on a bike. And I am not about to carry around a fanny-pack.

“Leaving me?” Dean asked from bed. I looked over at him and nodded. I hooked my sunglasses on my shirt and pulled on a black pair of fingerless gloves.

“I got called into work.” I told him. He chuckled. “It’s going to be brutal after last night.” I added.

“I’ll make it up to you later.” He promised.

“If I let you,” I quipped.

“You’d be stupid not to.”

“Probably. Grab your clothes, so I can lock up.” I told him. He got out of bed, sporting morning-wood and I chuckled. He pulled on his jeans from last night and his socks and shoes. “No shirt?” I asked him.

“I have to give you something to look at, before you leave.” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bike, from its resting place in my living room. He followed me out the door and I locked up behind us.

“I’ll see you later.” I told him. He grabbed my arm, before I walked away.

“Thank you for last night, darlin'.” He said, quietly. I nodded. He leaned in and kissed me. “If you’re lucky I’ll surprise you with dinner tonight.”

“It’s not a surprise, if you tell me.”

“That’s why I said, ‘if.’”

Notes

One of her partners makes an appearance next chapter! Next chapter up in a couple days!

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