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keep far enough away from you.” She leaned away, staring at
him. “You like it?”
    “Yes, I like it.”
    “That makes you kind of creepy.”
    “There are a lot of chicks who are into it.”
    “I imagine there is more than enough pussy to fuck.
Some groupies never grow up.”
    “Have you ever wanted to go?” he asked.
    She shook her head. “Watching men beat the shit out of
each other is not what I consider fun.” Her washing machine finished, and she
left him alone. She checked the dryer before starting up a new machine. Wow, a
fighter and from the looks of him, a savage fighter. Just looking at him scared
the shit out of her at times. Still, it was nice to talk to the handsome man
who lived across from her.

Chapter Three
     
    Flipping his cell phone in the air, Jasper caught it
with his other hand. Three days had passed since his encounter with Amber
across the hall. He saw her when he went out at night, but they’d not spoken
anymore. She would smile at him in a way that made him think she was imagining
something funny. He didn’t know if he liked it or not.
    Last night he’d walked to the titty bar she’d been talking about and stared at the sign. Did he even want to go
inside? Instead of going in and checking it out, he’d walked back to their
apartment to wait outside. Amber had arrived a couple
of hours later in her rundown car. She climbed out, took a couple of seconds to
stare at him, then spun on her heel to make her way up
to her apartment. He followed behind her, taking as much time as possible to
get to his own door.
    What was going on between them? He didn’t know the
correct answer to the question or what he should do about it. Glancing at his
phone, he groaned. He was waiting for a call. The same call he’d been expecting
all day. It had been a couple of days since the last fight and he usually left
it a good week before he went back into the ring, but he needed to pummel
something.
    A knock at his door disrupted his thoughts. Getting to
his feet, he walked the short distance and opened the door to find Amber on the
other side. She held a pot in her hand and a smile.
    “Hey you. I don’t suppose you’ve got some sugar?” she asked, waving her pot
underneath his nose.
    He glared at her feeling the heat fill his cock at the
sight of her. What was it about this woman that she wouldn’t leave his
thoughts? “Sugar? You’ve come to my place for sugar?”
    “I’m out.” She lifted the lid on the pot to reveal how
empty she actually was. “See, nothing and I’ve got to have sugar in my coffee
otherwise the world is a very shit and horrid place. Please, don’t let me go
without sugar.” She stuck her lip out, staring up at him with tears in her
eyes.
    “You’re playing me.”
    Her smile bloomed, and the tears were batted away. “I
knew there was a reason I liked you.”
    Jasper continued to stare at her. “You’re strange, you
know that right?”
    “This coming
from the guy who gets paid to take a hit or two in the line of his work?”
    “I get paid a lot of money to be a punching bag.”
    “So, it doesn’t make it any less strange.” She didn’t
look anywhere else but at his face. A lot of women he was around would look at
his body, stroke a hand down his chest, try to lure him in. Amber wasn’t doing
anything, simply insulting him.
    “You’re telling me you wouldn’t do whatever was
necessary for money?” he asked.
    She shrugged. “It would depend on what that something
was.”
    He leaned against the doorframe, waiting.
    “You want me to list some of the crap I wouldn’t do?”
He nodded. She blew out a breath, ran fingers through her hair, and then looked
back at him. “Fine, I wouldn’t jump off a cliff for a million dollars, spend
the night in a haunted house, go to prison, kiss a frog, or suck an infected
dick. Is that good enough?”
    He tried not to laugh but failed miserably. “Suck an
infected cock?”
    “You didn’t exactly give me any parameters of