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Twisted Perfection (Rosemary Beach #5)(2)
Author: Abbi Glines

Money. I’d forgotten about the money. I nodded, leaned into the car to dig in my purse, and pulled out my wallet. I grabbed my debit card and stood back up to hand it to him. His eyes were on my bottom this time. The thought of him checking out my backside made me smile. A little too brightly.

“Here,” I said, handing it to him as his eyes ran back up my body. He took the card and winked at me. He knew I’d caught him looking and he was enjoying it. This one was a player, the kind a smart girl ran from. I wasn’t that smart though. I’d given my virginity to a guy just like him. It had been in the guy’s best friend’s apartment. Little did I know his “best friend” was actually a girl who was madly in love with him. That had not ended well.

He was scrutinizing my debit card. “Della. I like that name. It fits you. It’s sexy and mysterious.”

At that moment, I realized I didn’t know his name. “Thank you, but now you’re one up on me. I don’t know your name.”

He smirked. “Woods.”

Woods. That was unique. I’d never heard the name Woods before.

“I like it. Fits you,” I replied.

He looked like he was going to say something else, but then his smile turned serious and he held up the card. “Lesson number one is how to pay for it.”

I watched and listened carefully as he explained each step of working a gas pump. It was hard not to get sidetracked by the commanding way he carried himself. Sadness swept over me when he placed the pump back on the machine and tore off my little slip of a receipt. I didn’t want this moment to be over, but I had a road trip to get back to. After all this time, I needed to concentrate on finding myself. I couldn’t stop now, just because a guy caught my attention at a service station. That would be silly.

“Thank you so much. Next stop won’t be so hard,” I said, taking my card and receipt and clumsily trying to shove them into the pocket of my shorts.

“Anytime. You vacationing here?” he asked.

“No. Just driving through. I’m on a road trip to nowhere and everywhere.”

Woods’s eyebrows narrowed and he studied me a moment. “Really? That’s interesting. Do you know your final destination?”

I didn’t have a clue. I shrugged. “Nope. I guess when I find it I’ll know it.”

We stood there a moment in silence. I started to move, when Woods’s hand reached over and touched my arm. “Have dinner with me before you get back on the road? It’ll be dark in an hour. Won’t you be stopping soon anyway to get a place to spend the night?”

He had a point. This was a nice little town—very classy and coastal. It seemed to be a safe option. I really wasn’t worrying about safe, though. I was finally living. I was throwing caution to the wind. I stared up at the dark stranger in front of me. He wasn’t safe. Not in the least.

“Dinner sounds nice. Then maybe you can point me to the best place to get a room for tonight.”




I kept the little red car in my rearview mirror. I was having Della follow me just out of town to a Mexican restaurant that had really good food. And there was a better chance I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew.

Tonight was about taking a break from the stress that my life had become. My dad was pushing me more and more to prove myself. I wasn’t sure what the hell else he wanted from me. No, that wasn’t true. I knew his plans for me. He expected me to get married. Not to someone of my choosing, though. He had already chosen who he wanted me to marry—Angelina Greystone. All my life, Dad had planned on having the Kerrington name linked with the Greystone name. He’d had his eye on the prize. Every year we’d spend a week in Hawaii with the Greystones, and Dad always encouraged me to get to know Angelina. For us to spend time together. Hell, they’d pushed us together so much at such a young age that we’d ended up having sex at fifteen. I’d thought I was her first until I’d actually slept with a virgin and I realized Angelina had been lying. I might have been a virgin that year, but she sure hadn’t been. It had jaded my view of the pretty blonde. The older and more glamorous she became, the more I ran like hell to stay away from her. She had claws and she wanted them deep in me. I knew the day would come when I’d cave just to make my dad happy, but I was putting it off as long as I could. Or I had been until Angelina had moved south. She was now taking up residence in her parents’ beach house, and my dad was forcing her on me constantly.

I needed to step back from all the shit that came with being a Kerrington and hopefully enjoy this hot little number who had the body of a sex goddess and the face of an angel.

She seemed skittish at first, but then some wild, carefree girl emerged, and I wasn’t one to turn away sexy invitations. That body and those big blue eyes had been all the hinting I needed. Better yet, this one wasn’t sticking around. I’d get a naughty distraction who wouldn’t come with the high-maintenance syndrome later. She’d just drive away.

The memory of that ass of hers stuck up in the air in those tiny shorts that barely covered it up had me shifting in my seat to adjust my excitement. Della Sloane was just what I needed tonight.

I pulled into the gravel parking lot of El Mexicano and parked on the far side of the building so that someone driving by wouldn’t notice my truck. No interruptions tonight. I was getting laid. The hot no-strings-attached kind of laid.

I stepped out of the truck and watched as Della got out of her car. She wasn’t wearing a bra under that black halter top. Those tits of hers held the fabric up like one big tease. Damn, this was gonna be a good night. I was more than positive she wanted this, too. She’d all but pressed her ass against my dick after I opened her gas tank. This one knew what she was doing and she did it well.

“Good choice. I love Mexican,” she said, smiling at me. I watched her hips sway invitingly as she walked my way. I was about ready to forgo the meal and head straight to the hotel room. Her dark hair fell just below her shoulders in soft, natural curls. I was also more than positive those long, dark eyelashes were the courtesy of good genes and not out of a package. I’d seen my share of false eyelashes on females and these looked real.

“I’m glad,” I replied, stepping forward and placing my hand on the small of her back to lead her inside.

* * *

Once the food was ordered, Della took a sip of her margarita and smiled at me. “So, Woods, what do you do for a living?”

I wasn’t answering that truthfully. I didn’t like to give a woman too much info into my life unless I planned on keeping her around. “I work in management.”

Della didn’t frown or look perturbed that I’d blown off her question. She kept smiling and sipping the sweet yellow drink.

“Obviously you aren’t ready for the hard questions. I’m good with that. How about you tell me what you love to do.”

“Golf, when I get time, and taking really hot females out to eat Mexican food,” I replied with a smirk.

Della threw her head back and laughed. She was so free of inhibitions. She wasn’t trying to impress me. It was refreshing. Her eyes twinkled when she looked back at me. “What’s your biggest fear?”

Whoa. Weird turn of questioning. “I don’t think I have any fears,” I replied.

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