Fight Me (Fighting #1)

Chapter 2

Ian's POV

"Hello, pretty girl. You may come and pick up your car.'

"Hello, handsome. Where to? And don't get your hopes up. It's Angelina or Angel or  Lina,"  I chuckle. I like her.

"Mike's. Know where it is? I figured that, Lina. May I call you that?"

"Yes, I know where that is. Hi, Ian. I'll be there in a few. Now it's Violet. And yes, you may." 

"Can't wait." I get no response other than her hanging up on me.

Two days. It's been two days since I saw that woman and I can't get her out of my head.

Fuck!

She is perfect. She felt perfect. 

So fucking sweet and soft against me...I can't stop replaying our kiss.

Great. Now I am getting hard.

 I'm pathetic.

Never in my life had this problem. When I am attracted to a woman, I get a taste, and that's that. Fuck 'em and chuck 'em.

Don't look at me like that. Mike, the idiot I chose as a best friend, made that shit up. He was dropped on his head at birth, I bet.

Maybe I was as too. 

Anyways...

What is it about that woman?

She is just so freaking perfect! There's just something angelical about her. Those amber eyes, the red hair and the freckles...God, she just looks so innocent.

Ah. That's it. Her innocence. Even though she is sex on legs. Thing is: she has no fucking clue.

That drove me crazy. I know inexperience when I see it....I want to be the one to teach her.

See?

Crazy.

She drove me fucking insane. Her body pressed against mine...her soft auburn hair...her scent. Delicious. She smelled of vanilla.

I need to get her out of my system. She is just a piece in my puzzle. I just need to get through her, get the information and it's over. It has to be over.  Sooner rather than later.

Ah shit, I need to get laid too. Tonight. One of my groupies should take the edge off. Maybe that's why I am all over Violet.

"I want to ask what you're thinking about, but judging by that tent in your pants it must be at woman again." Asshole.
I adjust myself and focus on my right hand man. "Man, I am dying to see her. What the hell does she have? I've never seen you this worked up." I meet his eyes. He is under a red Mustang. How he manages to do that and stay clean is beyond me.

Ah, you guessed it. My best friend owns a repair shop, so he did the work. I still paid, of course, even though he fought me on it. But I never mix family and business.

Mike's is a very modern repair shop. The floor are made of steel and the walls are made of glass. Completely see through. The place even looks sensual with it's hard edges and red carpeted trails coming from one door to the other. There is not one grease stain on the entire place. Mike bitches about keeping it clean and tidy.

If he wouldn't fuck women around so much, I'd think he was gay. Then again, he noticed my hard on...

"Real question is: What doesn't she have." I say, more to myself than him. He chuckles, but it dies quickly.

"This is bad, Wolf. Really bad." He says getting up. I feel my muscles tighten, my anger spike up.

"Mike," he starts getting up. He is my brother, although we share no blood, and he knows I'm getting angry.  He dusts himself off as we near each other,