Page 105 of Diesel's Perseverance
“So I’m on my own tonight?”
“Yeah, but stick around the club. I might be back in the early morning.”
“I have an old work friend who moved here. I met her at the pain clinic—a legitimate one—in Denver. She was one of the massage therapists and settled here a few years ago. I’ll see if she’s available to go out for dinner or something.”
“What’ssomething?” he asked, his jaw tight.
“I don’t know. I guess something like a drink or a walk on the boardwalk in Mission Beach. It’s whatever.”
“Not a nightclub, and be careful at a bar. You’re hot, and you’ll get a lot of asswipes bothering you.”
Shaking her head, she said, “I’ve taken care of myself for a long time, so I’m sure I can handle a few ‘asswipes’ who come on too strong.”
“I’m just saying… I don’t like the idea of guys coming on to you and knowing I’m not there to set them straight.”
“I’ll deal with them the way you deal with women who come on to you.” She laughed when a look of shock plastered his face. “Or isthatwhat you’re worried about?”
“Smartass,” he said, scowling.
“You know it. Do you have the plastic cover the doctor gave you?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’ll adhere it to your back. I’ll clean and replace the dressing on your wound when you’re done showering.”
“You like being bossy, don’t you?” Diesel walked over to her, grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked it back, and crushed his mouth on hers.
Moaning, she threaded her arms around his neck and pulled his head down more to deepen the kiss. Diesel tweaked one of her nipples, and a jolt of pleasure swept through her body. He broke contact and brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek.
“Fuck, you’re sexy, woman,” he said hoarsely.
Myla pulled the sheet up past her breasts and leaned back, thoroughly enjoying the sight of his tight, naked ass as he walked away toward the bathroom.He has a fine, sexy butt.A smile whispered across her lips as images of their lovemaking filled her mind.
After slipping on her pajama top and bottom, Myla picked up her phone and tapped in Caitlyn’s phone number, hoping she’d be able to do something that evening. The thought of spending the whole day and night in the clubhouse, most particularly in the room, turned her stomach. She had to get away from its confines, and after the exhilarating experience she’d shared with Diesel, energy coursed through her. If she didn’t get out behind these walls, she’d burst.
Diesel walked into the room just as she disconnected her conversation with Caitlyn.
“That was fast.” Myla looked over her shoulder and smiled.
“I’m running late. Did you call your friend?”
“Yes.”
“And…?” he asked as he slipped on a pair of boxers.
“We’re going out to dinner.”
“Where?”
“In Pacific Beach. The restaurant is Baja Beach Café. She said it’s only a few steps from the ocean on the boardwalk and claims it has the best margaritas she’s ever had. It should be fun.”
“Don’t have too much fun,” he said as he stepped over to Myla, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close.
She inhaled his fresh scent. “I wish we were going instead.”
“Me too,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “I gotta go now.”
“I have to clean your wound,” she said pulling away from him. “Hang on.”
