Roofie (MMA Bad Boys Book 2) Read Free Page B

speech and my chest is pounding hard in my chest. I swallow as I see the guilt swimming in his eyes and the sincerity on his face which tells me he’s telling the truth. My shoulders sag forward and the tension leaves my body. Bitchiness aside, I’m not a bad person. I’ve had a shit time of it and I know all too well what guilt can do to a person. “Okay, look, I don’t want things awkward either. We drink in the same pub and we pretty much hang with the same people. What you did was horrible, and yes it was hurtful, but I’ve also said shit in front of a lot of people that I understand could hurt you too. Was that my intention? Fuck yeah. I wanted you to feel as humiliated as I did that night. I do regret it now, and I’m sorry too.” Pausing to gage his reaction, my eyes zone in on his, which are swimming with so many thoughts and feelings that I can’t keep up. “Friends?”
    Holding my hand out to his, he smirks and squeezes my hand. Not hard, but soft, something I didn’t think he was capable with. “Fuck this.” He pulls at my arm until I’m smashed against his chest and he wraps me in his arms. His cologne and manly scent drift up my nose and I have to restrain myself from moaning out loud. He’s smells exquisite, like the best food and drink mixed into one when you’re hungry as fuck. I’m hungry now, and it’s not for food.
    Wrapping my arms around his waist, I smile to myself. I think this is the nicest I’ve ever seen Roofie, and it warms my heart just a little bit that he’s letting his walls down with me.
    “Thank you,” Roofie says, a full megawatt, dimple showing, smile on his face. “For forgiving me. I guess having sex and drinking a shit load of booze doesn’t mix. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
    “That’s cool. My vagina isn’t going near you again though. But I appreciate the apology. I have to get in there.” I point to the shop behind us. “I have some designs to draw up so I better go. Thanks, Roofie.”
    I struggle out of his hold and turn to head into the shop. “Bye, Gem. See ya around.” I have to take a deep breath and grip the door handle so I don’t go jumping in his arms again. His unique smell is something that will be etched in my sinuses for the rest of the day. Could be distracting but then again, it could be inspirational. Time will tell.
    Closing the door behind me, I look up and notice Carlotta leaning again the reception desk, a devious grin spread across her face. “That was quite the hug.”
    “Friends, Carlotta, that’s all. My vag is never going near his again.” I can feel the heat spread across my cheeks and I know Carlotta notices by the snort she produces. “Seriously. I don’t want a repeat.”
    “Sure, Gem. I believe you.” She laughs as she saunters to the desk to answer the phone which I didn’t even realise was ringing ‘til now.
    “Blissfully Inked, Carlotta speaking. How can I help?” Carlotta’s brows furrow as she listens to whoever is on the other end of the phone. “Okay, I think you have the wrong number.”
    Hanging up, she looks at me with confusion. I ask her, “Who was that?”
    “She said something about Roofie, spewing shit. I think she had the wrong number because why the hell would she call here?” Her confusion is infectious and I’m left wandering; what the fuck?
    “Okay…Random. Oh well. I’m sure he has a lot of woman gunning for him. He’s not exactly celibate is he?” My laugh is strained as I scratch my forehead. “They’ll get over it.”
    I walk over to my table and get my pencils and paper ready for drawing and Carlotta is looking at me with an expression of concern. “What?”
    “Are you okay?” She says barely above a whisper.
    “Why wouldn’t I be? Jeez, what are you? My fucking mother?” I really, honest to God, didn’t mean to shout at her. My nerves are on edge and I have no fucking clue why. “Shit, sorry, babe.”
    She waves it off and continues with her work. Every so