Made in America Read Free

bird and huffs something under her breath. No doubt it’s an expletive, and I can’t help but take offense. It wasn’t me who made a lewd comment; I was just sitting here staring at her…tits.
    Okay, so maybe she does have a reason to judge the two of us.
    Plenty of fish in the sea, Grant , I tell myself. Leave this one for the minnows. You’re a shark.
    Of course I am, but that doesn’t mean I can’t go swimming for chum every once in a while, and you can best believe when I’m nailing April to the wall later tonight, I’ll be thinking of Raven’s big, gorgeous tits in my face.
    “So, anyway,” Alan says. “Forget about her. McCreedy. What do we have to do to land that bastard?”
    For the next half hour we hash out our plans to get Nelson McCreedy in the family. He’s got a lot of money to play with. We just have to show him where to invest it. Where to make it grow. He’s hardheaded, and been with The Monroe Group since dinosaurs walked the Earth, but after a few bad moves on their part costing him a few million, he’s looking to switch his portfolio.
    Huffman Financial is just the place he needs to be.
    He just doesn’t know it yet, but he will. They always do.
    Raven would know my lap is where she needed to be, given the opportunity. Bouncing up and down. My cock is swelling just thinking about it, and I know I shouldn’t be, but I can’t help it. I’m completely captivated by a damn waitress. What the hell is wrong with me?
    My breath hitches as she approaches, her hips swaying confidently from side-to-side. Dropping the check on our table without saying a word, Raven steps away, briefly catching my eye in a deadpan stare that’s as cold as ice, yet underneath it there’s a fire blazing bright in a woman that’s managed to consume my every thought in mere moments. Most girls I know gravel at my feet to make me happy. Not her. She’s confrontational. Sexy. A challenge.
    Something I haven’t had in a long time.
    “You paying?” Alan asks.
    “Don’t I always?”
    After flipping the bill for the fifty-five dollar tab with credit, she brings back my card and receipt and I take it from her. Brushing my fingers briefly with hers, I smile and say, “Thanks.”
    “Sure,” she growls, giving Alan the fiercest glare I’ve ever seen.
    I don’t want to say it’s her own fault, because I know the type of person Alan is, but dressed the way she is, and looking the way she does, she has to expect men to salivate from time to time. I mean her hair, those tattoos, her tits on display for all the world to see…she’s just asking to get hit on in this dive.
    Putting my card back in my wallet, I remove a gold pen from my jacket and twist it open. Signing for the bill, I stare down where it says Tip and think on how much to leave her. Etiquette says the correct amount should be $8.25. 15% of the total bill.
    The gentlemanly thing to do would be to just leave the tip and walk out.
    But I was never one for etiquette, and no one’s ever accused me of being a gentleman. Not with a girl like her in a place like this.
    Let’s have a little fun, shall we?
    I scrawl something on the receipt and place it under my plate, grinning proudly to myself. Chances are I’ll never see this girl again in my life, but I’m not going to lie. I’d love to be a fly on the wall when she reads it.
    Raven the waitress got exactly the tip she deserves.
    “Come on,” I tell Alan. “Let’s go.”
    He blinks and before I know it, we’re back in my SUV being ushered uptown by my driver. I stare out the window, completely ignoring Alan’s gibberish, because all I can think about is Raven’s breasts, and how much I’d love to suck on them.
    God, April’s going to get the fuck of her life tonight.
     

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    Raven
     
     
    I step off the tube and catch my shoe, falling head over heels to the dingy floor traipsed on everyday by thousands of New Yorkers. It’s bad enough I have to stand next to them on the subway. I