Red Light: A Dark Stalker Romance (Book One) (Dangerous Games Series)

Chapter Two - Flick

If I hadn't been late to work, I never would have seen her. She's exquisite. But there I was driving through town when I saw the most amazing creature in existence tossing garbage bags into the donation box in the parking lot of the local grocery store. Beautiful flowing black hair framed porcelain skin wrapped around a heart shaped face.

She had a widow's peak and thick eyebrows over perfectly done makeup that made her eyes look black. She looked like sin and desire with that black lipstick coating those luscious full lips. She wore black leggings and a long black t-shirt that hung to the tops of her thighs. She was about my height, five ten, maybe a couple inches shorter.

And that body? Damn was all I could say. The girl had curves for days. That long T-shirt couldn't hide anything. She was a gloriously perfect untouched doll. I had to have her. I pulled over and texted my boss I was sick. I worked at the diner in town, I was a fry cook. It wasn't glamorous, but it paid the bills. I actually enjoyed flipping burgers most days. But today I needed to know what that beauty's name was.

I pull over, put my truck in park and shut off the engine before I get out and glance both ways before crossing the empty street towards my black-eyed goddess. She's reaching for another bag, trying to pull it over the top of the back seats rather than open the side door and get it out. She's making the job incredibly hard for no reason. Women.

I'm approaching her from behind, so when I'm about ten feet away I say, "Hi." and stop where I am. She startles and spins around before assuming the position of a martial artist, with her karate chopping hands at the ready. She looks around, quickly zoning in on me. Then she drops the stance and stands up straight. Apparently, I'm not scary enough to keep threatening. Good...? So why does it feel like a slap?

She stares at me for a minute, and I hold her gaze with mine for as long as she lets me. Eventually she narrows her eyes and says, "What?" in a harsh tone. "I said 'hi'. You're new in town. What's your name?" I expand. She stares at me warily for a minute before saying, "Alanna, and you are?" Alanna. What a gorgeous name for a stunningly gorgeous beauty.

"Flick Jamey Bissette, at your service." I bow with a flourish. The corner of her lip quirks momentarily and I feel victorious. That was the hint of a smile ladies and gentlemen! "Who says I need servicing?" She says crossing her arms, totally oblivious to how that sounded. I smile wickedly at her. "I'm hoping you will. But in lieu of that, I'll help you with those bags you have there."

Shock flickers on her face before she blushes and flutters those perfect eyes in embarrassment. Lord in heaven this woman was sin itself. "I, um, I've got it, Flick. Thanks though." She says awkwardly and tries not to smile. She was flattered. I liked that. She wanted my attention. Well baby, you got it.

"If you're sure," I shrug a shoulder, but don't move, "so what brings you to town? I doubt it's our lovely donation box, and it's definitely not the overpriced grocery store."

"Overpriced?" She grimaces. "Really? It's the only one for miles."

"Yeah, they have a monopoly, so they can charge what they want." She frowns at my statement then goes back to pulling on the bag.

"I live here now." She says as she tugs. My heart soars. Fuck yes!

"Oh yea? I didn't realize anyone had moved." I say conversationally.

"No one did. My grandma died." Oh! She was Belle Carver's granddaughter.

Belle had been a sweet lady. She came into the diner once a week unless she had company. She always took the time to thank me for my work, despite what the town thought of her doing so. "I was sorry to hear that. I liked Belle. My condolences." I say and nod at her. "You musta been the granddaughter she kept on about when she was in town the past few years. I always wondered why she kept you all to herself."