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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 8 Lottery
When Jax saw the tall long-legged blonde bent over the open hood of a red Corvette, he thought he'd found the winner of the Jax Teller sex lottery for that day, that night or maybe both. Telling him that she thought she could have an ex with his name was easily the best line he'd ever heard from a woman.
She had great breasts packed into a pink lace tank top and a beautiful face with big deep green eyes, a slim nose and full red lips. Girls didn't get any better than this. All he could think about was having sex with her.
When she accepted his invitation to show her the town, he thought he was well on his way to bedding her. He couldn't really put his finger on where his approach went wrong. One minute everything was great and the next she was pulling away and telling him she needed sleep.
Church had been long, boring and filled with too many petty disagreements. All he could think about was Scarlett. Hot name. Telling him she was a cool blonde that needed a lot of warming up had the effect she intended; he wanted to make her burn for him.
Instead of spending the evening with the regular Friday night crow-eaters, Jax decided to go for a ride and cool off. He found himself riding by her motel. He gave in to impulse and called her when he saw her room light was still on.
She'd surprised him by accepting his invitation to chase away her nightmares. He brought hot chocolate so it wouldn't look like he was only there for sex.
Her face was bare and her hair was no longer stick straight. It was wild, waving and curling around her shoulders. Her green eyes were even more expressive without layers of mascara. She was stunningly beautiful without her make-up mask. She looked younger and more vulnerable.
Just when he was going to make his move, she'd jumped to her feet. That had been bad enough, but she'd followed it with a too accurate analysis of him and men in general.
That girl was either refreshingly honest or playing games with him on a level he'd never played on before. Maybe, it was time he upped his game.
At lunch time, Jax rode past her motel and noticed her car hadn't been moved from where it had been parked the night before. He called her and gotten voice mail.
Before heading home for a shower, he spent a few minutes drinking an ice cold Coke in the TM office while Gemma was rambling on about a dinner she wanted to have for Clay's birthday.
The color of the Coke can reminded him of Scarlett, but everything reminded him of Scarlett. She filled his brain in a way that no woman had since Tara.
Just as he was about to leave, Unser came shuffling in, excited by a piece of crime news. Just outside the city's limits, the naked body of a young blonde woman had been found. No identity. That would come down to fingerprints and dental records.
Not Scarlett. Not Scarlett. Jax grabbed his phone from his cut and went outside to call her.
No answer. Voice mail.
Not Scarlett.