Page 8 of Beyond the Cage

“I doubt you’ll be doing much talking.” She smirks.

“Chelsea!”

“I bet he’s got a big dick. Helookslike he’s got a big dick.”

Judging by what I felt earlier, I’d say that’s a certainty.

“If it was me, I’d be on top of him right. Now.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Oh, my God, you’re such a ho.”

“Hey, hoes be winnin’.” I break into a fit of giggles as she mounts my pillow and starts grinding. “Yeah, K.O…knock me out, baby!” she says on an exaggerated moan.

“I’m gonna need a new pillow.”

We both collapse on the bed, laughing hysterically.Yeah…too much wine.

***

A sound jerks me awake.What the hell?Sitting up, I look around with half-open eyes. The room is dark, thanks to my blackout curtains, but my door is open so I can see the living room is dimly lit by the early morning sun. Chelsea is knocked out next to me. There it is again. Someone’s at the door. According to my phone, it’s 6 a.m. After stumbling out of bed, I stagger toward the offending sound. I wrench the door open and stare blankly at the man in front of me. It’s the same one from last night – K.O.’s ‘messenger’. I groan in annoyance.

“What does he want now?” I ask.

“He sent me to get you, ma’am.”

“To get me? It’s frickin’ 6 a.m!”

“I’m sorry. I thought you knew.”

“No, I’m sorry you have such an infuriating boss. I’m going back to bed.”

“But…what should I tell him?” he asks hurriedly as I shut the door.

“What’s your name?”

“Jared.”

“Jared…you tell him thatIsaid if he wakes me up this early again…I’ll kill him.”

Maybe I did have too much wine last night, or maybe it’s the lack of sleep, but I don’t know what possessed me to issuethatkind of threat tothatkind of man. Oh, well. The shocked look on Jared’s face is priceless. I close the door and head back to my room.The fuck he wants to do at 6 a.m? Got me fucked up.

When my phone alarm goes off at 8 a.m., I jump out of bed. Chelsea’s gone, so I brush my teeth and hop in the shower. My hair still smells like smoke from last night, so I give it a vigorous scrubbing. By the time I’m done blow-drying it and applying my makeup, I have just enough time to get dressed. I fish out jeans and a tank top and pull them on. Thank God for built-in bras. Grabbing my backpack, I hurry out the door. On the way to my car, a motorcycle—aHarley—pulls up at my feet. I look over and, before the rider removes his helmet, I know it’shim. He’s wearing jeans, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. Trying to bring order to the chaos, he runs his fingers through his hair. Fuck. It’s too damn early to be this sexy. I place my hands on my hips and give him a stern stare.

“Why are you stalking me?”

He just smiles and chews his gum as his eyes travel over my body seductively.

“I know I’m hot. Tell me something Idon’tknow.”

His smile grows bigger.

“And what’s the big idea sending your henchman to my door so early?”

He ignores me, jerking his head toward the bike.

“I can’t. I have to go to class, which I’ll be late for. Unless…” I raise my brows in optimism. “You wanna give me a ride?”

I clap my hands in delight as he passes me his helmet.