Free A Fighter's Choice by Sam Crescent

arms.
    She tipped her bag onto the coffee table, and he
watched her stuff slide onto the surface. “I’m not that vain.”
    “You’ve had boyfriends. Why don’t you have pictures of
them or of you?” He didn’t like talking about other men, but he really wanted
to get to know the woman inside.
    “They’re ex for a reason. I’ve got pictures of them,
but I kept them locked away in a box. They’re memories that are not worth
seeing every day.” She threw her purse, makeup, women’s stuff, and her pepper
spray into her bag. He liked the fact she knew how to protect herself.
    “It’s not vain to have some of yourself.”
    She smiled. “Are you worried, Jasper?”
    “Not at all.”
    “There are no pictures in your apartment. Nothing personal to state who you are. Don’t make a big deal
out of nothing. I’ve never settled down with anyone long enough to care about
pictures.” She stood, putting her bag onto her shoulder. “If you’re determined
to come along with me, are you ready?”
    “Yeah.” He had his wallet in his back pocket of his jeans.
    “What’s with the hoodie?” she asked.
    “I don’t like drawing attention to myself.” He pointed
at his face.
    “You’re drawing attention with the hoodie. It’s creepy
and reminds me of horror movies. Bad guys stalk around wearing hoodies and staying
in corners. You know the drill.” She chuckled.
    “Cops start asking questions they can cause problems.
I don’t want to lose my way of earning money.” He followed her to the door
admiring the curves of her ass.
    “Stop checking my ass out.”
    “Why? It’s a nice ass.” Thinking of her ass, he knew
where to go. He hadn’t been lying when he said he wanted to take her ass. The
best place to go for the equipment he needed was the sex store.
    She walked down to her car, and they passed several
kids on the stairs.
    “I really don’t know why they have kids,” he said,
shaking his head.
    “Some of the customers demand to go bareback. Kids are
a result if they don’t get on the pill. I don’t know. Every time I pass them I
wish there was something I could do to help.”
    “There are people who should be dealing with that
shit.” Jasper refused to get involved. Some of the women were probably ordered
around by pimps. He liked fighting, but he also liked to keep both of his lives
separate. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself in his own
space.
    She beeped the car and climbed into the passenger
side. “Do you have a car of your own?”
    “I don’t drive.”
    Amber chuckled.
    “What’s so funny?” he asked.
    “The very thought of you not driving, I don’t know.
It’s funny. You’re this hard looking savage, and yet you can’t drive.” She
pushed the key into the ignition and shrugged. “Ignore me, I’ve got a weird sense of humor.”
    “You’re strange.” He eased back the chair of the
passenger side and rested his head in his hand. Jasper turned to look at her.
The memory of those thick lips wrapped around his cock was still fresh in his
mind. She tapped her fingers on the wheel as she made her way out of the
parking lot. The sun was still up, and it was still hot. He was sweating under
his hood, but Amber actually looked cool, comfortable.
    “I’ve been called a lot worse,” she said, smiling.
    The drive was too short as minutes later she was
parking around the back of the strip club. He climbed out of the car and
watched as she turned to him. “You don’t have to stick around or come inside.”
    “You’re nervous about me seeing all the men who
clearly have a thing for you?” He leaned against her car, staring at her. The
music from the club could be heard as someone opened one of the doors. He saw
an older man taking out a bag of trash. Amber looked behind her and waved.
    “That’s Harold. He’s the boss, the owner. His wife,
Brooke, is one of the dancers.”
    “He allows his own wife to dance?”
    “They’ve got an unusual relationship.