Dating Rules And Pretty Fools Ch. 13 - Sex Stories

Dating Rules And Pretty Fools Ch. 13

... getting too cozy in a cold-looking home like this. Home wasn't even a good word for it, something confirmed to him as soon as they walked in.

Watkins was sitting on a creamy white sofa made of good quality leather, balancing a tumbler of scotch on his knee. He gestured for them to come in and sit in the armchairs matching the sofa, to his left and right. Hudson didn't miss how the big boss was splitting them apart. Inviting them to sit could be, of course, seen as a sign of good will, but his high alert didn't ease at all.

"I heard you got a bit of action tonight." Watkins stared at him. "Jackie, fix Mr. Vegas a drink, and grab one for yourself."

Jackie jumped to his feet and sauntered to the bar, a spring in his step. That was a guy who knew his way around the place.

"I'm sorry, boss, but I have to refuse you. I'm driving."

Watkins smiled, his eyes as cold as always. "I didn't peg you as a stickler for following the rules."

"I just don't need to get in any trouble with our boys in blue," Hudson said and waved vaguely. He made a point of shifting nervously in his place, sure that Watkins would pick up on it.

"And why is that? Besides the obvious, of course."

Jackie came back with the drinks, and Hudson accepted his but let it rest on the arm of his chair without touching it. "Well, let's say that I wasn't that much of a choir boy in my younger years."

"Really?" Watkins quirked an eyebrow. "Nothing showed up on your record. I hope you don't mind ...

... that we ran a background check on you."

Hudson made a short hand gesture to assure his current boss that he didn't mind it at all. "I was lucky nothing showed up on my record," he said. "But I was very close, and let's just say that it took a really kind-hearted man to overlook what could have brought me some serious jail time. Serious for someone as young as me at the time. However, the same guy let me know that if I ever stepped wrong, that it would come back to bite me in the ass. I haven't tested it to see if that's true so far. And, to be honest, I'm not keen on doing so, either."

Watkins laughed, to show his understanding. "What was it? Weed?"

"That was the least of it." Hudson held his chin high, hoping his peacock impersonation was enough to fool the criminal he was sitting across from. "I dealt a little of everything. I wasn't the kind of guy to put all my eggs in one basket, if you catch my drift."

"I see. That's good to know." Watkins didn't question him further. Hudson was pretty sure he could see the man's brain gears turning if he looked close enough. The big boss was already strategizing on how to find ways to turn his newest employee into blackmail material. That always worked wonders for loyalty in the underworld. Wash my back, and I'll wash yours.

"We didn't have time to think, boss. We just took off, I mean, after we grabbed the boys," Jackie explained.

"You two did well," Watkins commended them. "And I suppose that warrants a bit of ...