“Don’t let yo’ homeboys get yo’ ass whooped out here, nigga,” Stone warned and watched him stumble toward his friends then he looked at me. “You cool?”
“Always.” I blinked up at him and he shook his head.
“This is why I tell y’all to wait for me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I waved him off.
Stone glowered at me like a disappointed parent and I batted my eyelashes and made a sweet face at him until he grinned, making me smile in return. He was a handsome man, all six foot two of him. He was light skinned with the prettiest hazel eyes I’d ever fucking seen, covered in tattoos from his neck to his hands, and built like a fucking tank.
I didn’t blame that man for not wanting to fight him, but honestly, he was a good guy. He walked each of the girls to their cars at the end of the night and made sure we were treated right more than he handled actual fights between patrons.
“You here to carry me to my car?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“Thank God.” I bent over to unzip both of my large boots and Stone knelt for me to hop onto his back.
I didn’t get him to carry me to my car every night but any time I could I took it.
He had a little crush on me that he’d never outright acted on but I was confident he’d crack if given the opportunity. I was thinking about giving him the opportunity.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held me by my thighs while he walked me through the employee parking lot. I kissed him on the cheek.
“Stop being trouble,” he said gruffly.
I giggled and kissed his cheek again.
“Whatever you say, Stone.”
He grumbled but still walked me to my car and let me unlock it before turning me around and plopping me into the driver’s seat.
He turned and looked down at me.
“You sure you okay?”
“Nope. I think you need to hang out with me to make sure I don’t have PTSD or something. Look at me.” I held my hand out and pretended it was shaking. “I shouldn’t even be driving myself.”
Stone laughed loudly. “You’re full of shit.”
“Are you willing to bet my life on that?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“What do you want, Trouble?”
“Breakfast for dinner. You can drive.”
“If I’m driving, we’re taking my truck.”
“Fine with me.” I reached toward the floor by my passenger seat and grabbed shoes to slip on.
“Are you sure we should be doing this?”
“Eating pancakes?” I asked as I hopped out of my car. “Jesus, Stone. I’m not offering to suck your dick.”
He exhaled. “Alright. Whatever. Let’s go.”
I hopped out of my car with a smile.
Honestly, I didn’t want to go home just yet and knew Stone would be good company, or at least he seemed like he would from the conversations we’d had cleaning the bar and taking smoke breaks together. Besides, if our hangout went well, I’d had fucking him nearly to death on my wish list for weeks now.