Free Outlaw's Baby: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance by Marci Fawn Page A

ass wipe stopping her now? He sure as shit can’t say that she was bad. She was beyond amazing.
    That’s when I see them walking off together. Cherie has only had enough time to pull her top back on, so her long, sexy legs are still bare. I quickly realize exactly what’s happening and it damn near kills me.
    They are going to the owner’s office.
    My heart stops dead in my chest. I know this is what we wanted, and this is what the plan was all about, so why do I feel so fucking shitty about it all?

12

Cherie
    O h my God .
    My heart is absolutely pounding and my mouth has run dry. I’m trying to walk confidently despite the fact that I’m still half naked. I think it’s obvious that I’m shaking.
    I don’t know what I’m more afraid of; meeting the club’s owner, or finding out more about Bridgette. From the brief bits that Karma told me, I’m not sure how much more I want to know.
    Of course, I know that I have to know. If I don’t find out the truth, then I risk losing my sister forever. I just don’t know how deep this all goes. The last time I got myself involved in Bridgette’s affairs, I nearly got raped.
    Feeling vulnerable all over again, I try to tug my T-shirt down as far as it’ll go. The surprisingly posh doors to the club owner’s office swings open. This entire room is completely contradictory to the rest of the place, which looks like crap.
    “I have another one for you,” the shift manager announces in an overly-dramatic way.
    I step out from behind him, wanting to seem much more confident than I really feel. I don’t want him to immediately see my weaknesses and pounce upon them.
    The man I presume is the owner sits in a luxurious leather chair behind a solid mahogany desk. He shoots a terrifyingly wolfish grin my way. “Please, come in and sit down.”
    He indicates toward a much smaller chair, located on the other side of the desk. It’s clearly designed in a way that makes him look like the more powerful person in every single meeting he has.
    My steely resolve deserts me as I scuttle over to the chair like a scared little mouse.
    “So…” he continues in the syrupy voice that I imagine usually gets him everything   he wants. He has caramel-colored skin and dark brooding eyes which match his hair perfectly. It makes him one of the most charismatic men I’ve ever had the pleasure of sitting in front of. “You want to work here?”
    He stands up, pacing the room slightly, and I’m sure this is just to show me his expensive tailored suit.
    He’s a man of power; that much is clear. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me if he was  really  powerful, like a mobster or something. I gulp down the fear that’s racing through my veins, threatening to come out as vomit at any given moment.
    Oh God, Bridgette. What the hell have you gotten yourself involved in?
    I need to channel the sexy, confident stripper that I just managed to portray up on the stage. That girl would be able to take this guy down with a few scathing words, but she seems to have deserted me.
    How the hell did I become her? I guess it was because I was thinking about Axel; about his hands and his cock. Oh, that cock…
    I might not have managed to get fully acquainted with his cock. I’d seen it throbbing in all its glory though and I imagined it filling me up... I was picturing the orgasm he gave me with his fingers last night, intensified tenfold. That’s what I thought sex with him would be like.
    Not that I’m at all thinking about finding out…
    “Yes,” I manage to purr.
    The club owner laughs loudly, which isn’t the reaction I was hoping for. Oh god, is my attempt at being sexy really  that  funny? That’s the last thing a girl ever wants to hear. That’s the sort of thing that can put a girl off sex for life.
    “Is that right?” he drawls, drawing closer to me. “I was under the impression that you were here for something quite different.”
    He breathes those last words into my ear, making my