Page 4 of Fixed Up Ever After
“Did you take my picture?”
“I did,” she said, typing out something on her phone before placing it down on the bar counter. “And I sent it to my best friend so if you are planning on murdering me, she’ll send your ass to jail so quickly that my body will still be warm when she finds me.”
At that, Javi nodded. “Your friend’s a cop?”
“No, baker. Why?”
“No reason.” It was his turn to smile, hiding it behind his crystal glass. He probably should have asked the price of this whiskey, but it was too late now.
“Anyway, I needed to threaten you. Do you feel threatened, Javi?”
“Oh, most thoroughly. Go on, what is your next rule?”
“This is a one-night thing. After tonight, I’m deleting the app. It will be easier if we both agree on this to alleviate a messy situation for after.”
That was easy enough to agree with. It was the reason he was here. Javi was still not in a place where he could handle a relationship and from the looks of it, neither was Lola. They both had an itch to scratch and they were each other's backscratchers. That was it.
“I’m pretty much open to anything, but I don’t like being blindfolded or called derogatory names in bed,” she added. “Tied up is fine though, but I doubt it will come to that.”
Just then a vision of Lola, lips slightly parted, chest heaving, and tied spread eagle to the bed, emerged in his brain. He imagined her panting and begging for him, demanding him to fuck her until both of them passed out from sheer exhaustion.
The thoughts went straight to his dick and he cursed. The last thing he needed was to be walking around with a boner, announcing to the entire hotel what they were about to do. He tried to readjust himself covertly, but Lola’s eyes trailed down his body, straight to his crotch. His cock stiffened as if to say, “Hello.”
Fucking hell.
With a sly smile on her lip, Lola brought her attention back up. “Is anything off the table for you?”
He racked his brain hard—pun intended—to come up with some sort of answer to her very reasonable question, but not even five minutes ago, he was prepared to die by thigh suffocation. There wasn’t a whole lot off the table for him.
He settled on, “Nothing comes to mind, but if it does, I’ll be sure to tell you.”
Lola nodded. “Wait, did you bring a condom?”
“I brought several, actually.” He said, ignoring the glare from the elderly couple who heard Lola say the word condom. They were young once. They should know how it felt. And honestly, they should be happy that they were being safe. Safe sex was never a reproachful topic.
Taking the final sip of her cocktail, Lola placed her glass on the table before pushing off her high chair. Her dress rode up to dangerous territory and Javi didn’t know he was staring until he caught her smirk.
“Well let’s go. The night isn’t getting any younger and I need a good distraction after my hellish day.”
Javi did not get the opportunity to ask what she meant, because Lola was already walking toward the elevator. “Are you coming?” she called over her shoulder.
He wasn’t coming yet, but he intended to by the end of the night.
Javi downed the last of his whiskey, ignoring the burn down his throat. He threw money on the table, hoping it would cover the cost, before racing after Lola.
CHAPTER3
Lola
Faking confidence was a skill Lola learned at a young age. Chubby chicks always had to exude extra confidence for simply existing. The moment she let her guard down, someone always had to remind her that she was fat. As if that was a secret and not the reality of Lola’s everyday life.
Over the years, her feigned self-assurance morphed into acceptance. No, she was not conventionally skinny, nor did she fit societal beauty standards like her mother and sister, but her body was a damn temple and she was a goddess. Even Aphrodite had rolls and she was considered to be the most beautiful goddess of them all.
It did not matter what her parents, sister, or anyone at that damn engagement party thought of her. Right now the only important opinion was her own and Javi's, since she was taking the very hot and muscular man back to her room. Teenage Lola was freaking out because Javi looked like a member from one of the countless boy band photos she hung up on her wall like a religious shrine.
He was wearing a skintight, black, long-sleeved shirt, rolled up to his elbows. Decorating both arms were beautiful and intricate tattoos that she wanted to study. His hair was cropped short and styled with more product than she probably used in her own hair. He had a beard and whispers of a mustache trimmed close to his face. Lola’s dirty thoughts conjured up the feeling of those fine hairs brushing her between her thighs. It sent a delicious jolt down her spine.
Even if the sex sucked she would forever summon the image of him for her spank bank for months to come.
