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Chapter Two - Good Girl

Brandon

I have kept my distance from Skyla, but I have kept my eye on her. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her. She is so damn beautiful with her red hair, green eyes and stunning curves. I noticed her the second she walked in. I had caught her looking at me from afar, quickly turning away when she realised I was looking at her. What I wanted to do was grab her, pull her away from everyone and have my way with her, but I couldn’t because she didn’t seem like the type. I can tell what a woman is like from a first meeting. It is a talent of mine, well, one of them. Skyla seems shy, inexperienced, and a little naïve. I could teach her so damn much. I groan at the thought, my cock twitching. I need a drink.

I head to the bar, ordering myself one. It was the same barman that was flirting with Skyla earlier. I am glad I arrived when I did because he seemed like a sleaze, or maybe that is my personal opinion. I don’t like someone else going after what I want! He made my drink, handing it to me, and I took it without saying thank you. I join my management team, which is in charge when I am not around.

“Everyone seems to be getting along,” Lucy, the head of my management team, smiles, “Yes, thank God. I was expecting some issues amongst some.” The merge happened without much notice, so I expected some drama.

We were in mid-conversation when I saw Skyla leaving out of the corner of my eye. I excuse myself and go after her. By the time I get outside, she is nowhere in sight. I look around, and I finally notice her. Is she walking home alone? Hell no, I am not allowing that! What is wrong with her! I rush after her.

“What the hell are you thinking!” I say, annoyed from behind her. Skyla squeals and jumps, “Relax, kitten, it is only me.” Though I could have been anyone, another damn reason she shouldn’t be walking alone.

She flings herself around to face me, a look of annoyance on her pretty face, “What the fuck! You don’t sneak up on a girl like that!” she snaps, “And you shouldn’t be walking alone. I could have been anyone! What if something happened to you, uh? You should think about things like this before you do them.” My voice is firm and a little angry.

Skyla rolls her eyes at me and shakes her head, “What I do is none of your business, Brandon. I am a big girl. I can look after myself.” The tone in her voice made me clench my fists. I am not used to women talking to me in such a manner.

“Do you have no sense of damn safety! Do you know how dangerous it is walking alone at this time of night?” Skyla glares at me and turns, walking away.

“Skyla, where are you going?” I call after her in frustration, “Home!” she replies simply. God, this woman infuriates me. Why won’t she listen?

She doesn’t get far before I catch up with her. I place my hands on her hips from behind, bringing her around to face me and pull her roughly to my chest. She whimpers and freezes, “I am not allowing you to walk home alone.” I hold her tighter to me. Skyla went to say something, but I gave her a firm look, and she closes her mouth, looking at the ground.

I place my hand on her chin, tilting her head back so she is making eye contact with me, “You either let me walk you home or get you a cab.” I am not asking her. I am telling her it is one or the other.

“Fine, you can walk me home.” she huffs, “Good girl,” I smirk—Skyla bites on her lower lip. I don’t know if it was because she was stopping herself from saying something or if she likes me calling her a good girl. I hope it is the second option.

Skyla pulls away from me, and we begin to walk, a silence between us. She is playing with the material of her coat. I can see she is nervous. I place my hand on the small of her back, feeling her shudder beneath my hand. I may have smirked to myself again. I enjoy knowing she is attracted to me.

“How long have you and Kelsey been friends?” I had to break the silence because it was irritating me, “Um, we met when we were six, so about eighteen years. She wanted me to move her with her when she left three years, but I couldn’t.” she answers.

Hmm, she is only twenty three. I didn’t realise she was as young. It makes her thirteen years younger than me. I don’t usually go for women more than five years younger than me because, in my experience, they can’t handle things as well as the women closer to my age.

“Why couldn’t you come with her?” I am curious, “A few reasons.” I wanted a little more information than that.

“Would you like to add to your answer?” I ask, “No, not really.” She sighs. Hmm, it doesn’t sound too good, whatever the reasons. I decided not to push, considering we only met a couple of hours ago.

“Okay, you don’t want to talk about it. I shall respect that. Do you have anyone special back home?” I hope her answer is no, “Nope! No one.” Good, at least I know for sure she is single. I wonder if she has ever been with anyone because she seems so anxious around people, but I don’t think it is my place to ask, not right now anyway. I will, eventually, because even if Skyla doesn’t realise it, tonight will not be the only time we see each other.

“What do you do back home?” I question. Skyla laughs, “Are you always so nosy?”

“I like to get to know the woman I will be spending my time with.” I say sweetly, “What makes you think we are going to spend more time together?” Skyla raises her brow at me and waits for me to answer, “Because we will be.” I reply matter-of-factly.

“I don’t have time for men right now. I am here to spend time with my friend and write my new book.” She says.

“Is that what you do, professionally?” I wonder, “Yes. I am an author. My second book is due in a few months, and I haven’t yet started it, so I came here to try to find inspiration.”

“Hmm, interesting. What do you write?”, “Steamy romance. I have done it for years, but things only took off last year when I got published, and it was a huge success.” She smiles.

Romance, I could help inspire her, maybe not so much the romance part but the steamy part for sure. I am sure I could give her plenty of inspiration in that department.

“Well done, angel.” I smile, “Thank you.” She grinned from ear to ear. She changes the topic of conversation, taking the attention away from herself.

“Do you have anyone special?” she asks, “No, it isn’t easy for someone to steal my attention. I am rather particular when it comes to women.” I was surprised when Skyla grabbed my attention so easily.

“So you are fussy?” she laughs. I chuckle, “I guess you could call it that.” I know what I want and need. Skyla smiles at me, nodding. A smile that makes me want to reach down and kiss her pink, plump lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” her words come out in a whisper, “Because I want to.” Skyla blushes, tucking her hair behind her ear and diverts her attention away from me.

Skyla shivers as we walk, “Are you cold?” I ask, “I am, a little, but it is okay. I am from Scotland, after all. I am used to the cold.”

“Not the point. We are going for a hot chocolate. There is a diner close by.” I am not allowing her to be cold, “I will be fine until I get back.”

“I am not asking, angel.” I laugh, “Fine, but I am having a coffee.” She says sternly. Coffee at this time of night? I decided not to say anything because if I told her no, she shouldn’t be drinking coffee so late, and she probably wouldn’t come. The twenty four hour diner is only five minutes away. I slip my arm around her, bringing her close to me, “I will keep you warm until we get there.”

I could think of many ways to heat her up, but I will keep my sexual thoughts to myself.


We were sat in a booth, only another three people in the diner. I had my hot chocolate while Skyla had her coffee.

“Too much caffeine is bad for you. You should be taking better care of yourself, sweetness.” Skyla’s eyes roll, and her face screws up, “What is your issue? Why do you keep telling me what I am doing wrong? I will repeat it. It is none of your business. I take care of myself just fine.” She complains, folding her arms across her chest.

“I don’t have issues. I am watching out for you.” I reply, annoyed and gripping onto the edge of the table, “Did I ask you too? No.”

Skyla stands, reaching for her coat, “Where are you going?” I stand, resting my hands on the table, waiting for her to answer, “Away from you!” she replies.

I think I prefer her when she is shy and quiet, not feisty and talking back to me, “Skyla, sit your ass back down, please.” I sigh, “Make me!” she pushes. I groan and feel my cock throb with her words because usually when a woman says that to me, it is in a more intimate setting, and I do exactly that, make them do what I want because it is what they expect me to do.

“Skyla…” I trail off, through gritted teeth, “Can you please sit back down.” I add more calmly.

“Are you going to stop criticising me if I do?” Does she believe I am criticising her? That is not my intention at all. It is the opposite, “I am not criticising you, Skyla, and I am sorry if it seems like I am. Please, sit and finish your drink.”

She stills for a moment but finally retakes her seat, “Thank you.” I smile. She didn’t make eye contact with me at first instead, she sipped on her coffee, looking around, and I saw her eyes fall on the cakes sitting on the counter.

“Would you like one? My treat?” I ask, bringing her attention around to me, “I don’t know if I can manage it.” she laughs, “But the carrot cake looks so good.”

I chuckle, “How about I order a large piece, and we can share? Will you manage half of a slice?”, “Hmm, probably.” She replies.

I grab the waitress's attention, ordering a large slice with two forks, “Thank you for sharing it with me. It makes me feel less greedy.” She snickers.

The waitress came over with our cake, setting it down on the table with the two forks, “Can I get either of you anything else?” she asks, “Angel, do you want anything else?” I say, looking at Skyla, and she shakes her head. I didn’t want anything else either, so we thanked her, and she headed off.

Skyla and I happily tucked into the cake. She took a bite, moaning. The sound of her moan nearly made me choke because I wasn’t expecting it, and it may have turned me a little. I cough as it catches the back of my throat.

“Oh God, are you okay?” she asks, concerned, “Hmm, yes, please don’t do that again,” I answer once I pull myself together.

Skyla looks at me, a confused look on her face, “Do what?” she honestly has no idea the issue by the look on her pretty face, “Moan.” I answer simply.

“Um, why?” she is so damn innocent, “Why do you think, kitten?” I watch her cheeks turn crimson red, and she apologises, “I will forgive you, this time.” I tease.

She lets out a nervous giggle, taking another forkful, minus the moan, thankfully. I don’t believe I could handle hearing it again. I don’t understand why she seems to be getting to me so easily.

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