WILD HEAT

3. Hey, Sexy

CHAPTER THREE

“You are so dead Shane,” Rency threatened loud enough for Shane to hear. This was clearly the last place she had ever dreamed of being and Shane was to blame for that. Why the hell would he think she’d be glad to see some illegal underground fights? All there was going to be was just people pounding each to death and the only thing she was glad about, was that she had not taken her dinner. Otherwise, she would be puking her guts out before the fight was even halfway through.

“Damn! I think he is looking at you,” He answered instead, ushering with his chin towards the ring. It was basically just an open, circular space.

“I don’t care that someone is looking at- Oh holy smokes!” She muttered, unconsciously biting her bottom lip. He was masked on the face, his whole body completely covered but knowing behind that cloth, his eyes were on her, sent an unimaginable wave of tingles rushing down her spine. It was strange that she could not see him but still, she felt these indescribable feelings shooting through her so deeply.

The intense gaze was broken when the horn bleated so loud that she had to cover ears briefly. The Mask turned his focus on his opponent, his form completely relaxed. There was something about him the peeked her interest and while the rest of the crowd was booing him, she merely just watched his calculative step.

For a moment it didn’t look like any of the contenders were going to make a move but then the Mask moved first. It was sudden and clearly Mad Dog had not anticipated it as he staggered back from the impact that jab had on his side. However, he was quick at come back and he attempted a blow on Mask but he made a reflex on the last second, jumping on the side.

“I told you to bet on the mask Joanna,” She said with a confident smirk as crossed her arms. Maybe watching this fight was not a bad idea after all. Joanna had been the only one who had been interested in making a bet.

“Relax, it has only just started. Besides, its common knowledge that whoever gets the upper hand in the first few minutes, always loses,” She argued back.

“And who said that? The countless action movies you’ve been watching?” Shane chuckled.

“Hey, there is always some truth in that,” She defended herself rather venomously.

“Just admit it that you are going to lose and this time it will be just your own fault. I told you Laden told me we should bet on the mask but you were too engrossed and totally crushing on those Mad Dog’s delicious abs to listen. Now look who is going to lose her money?” Shane was really enjoying this and strangely enough, so was Rency but her kind of enjoyment was nothing related to the fight.

“The fight only started losers!” Joanna bit back.

Their eyes almost popped out of their sockets when their gaze landed on Mask jumping in the air and elbowing Mad dog on the shoulder, sending him straight to the hard ground. The arena suddenly went quiet as they watched with anticipation, waiting for their homeboy to stand up and kicky Masks butt but nothing of that sort happened.

Dramatic hip-hop music rang through the arena as the Mask spread his arms like those wrestling champions after winning.

“You still think it has only started Jo?” Shane smirked as Joanna grumbled.

“You two are such a bad combination,” She said.

“I know,” Shane answered as he wrung arm around Rency’s neck.

“Enough with the music Jay. Here is a fun fact about our winner, Mask has actually spent his childhood in Las Vegas. So now we’ve got a new homeboy and he is here to stay,” Laden announced.

A part of the crowd booed but the rest was chanting The Mask. The crowd suddenly flocked the arena trying to get a piece of him but he was quick to leave through the backdoor he came in through.

“Well, that’s our cue to leave,” Joanna pointed out.

“Definitely,”

The moment they got back upstairs, Rency sighed in relief as the less dense and much clear air flowed through her lungs. It had been hella smoky down there but at least she had gotten some kind of brain relaxation from watching that bloody fight.

“I need to visit the washroom. You guys mind waiting here for me?” She asked as they reached the lobby.

“Just don’t get lost,” Shane smiled.

Rency flipped him a finger as she made her way back inside. It was a rather simple hotel and clearly one that no cops would suspect had an underground arena for fighting. It took her a few minutes before she found the lavatories. The moment she was done releasing her bowels, she washed her hands but then when she reached over to dry them, someone caught her eyes in the mirror before her.

“f**k!” She muttered under breath as she turned around sharply.

A man, sexier than anyone she had ever seen, leaned against the door, his disheveled dirty blonde hair a sexy mess to behold. His face seemed familiar but right now she was too mesmerized to try figuring him out. With a face that breathtaking and hazel eyes that made any woman want to get lost in, he could easily win the sexiest man on earth award. His button-down cream shirt was completely open, giving her eyes the satisfaction of the finely chiseled abs on that gleaming bronze skin.

“Hey sexy,” He smirked, locking the door while walking over to her, his hands pushed deep in his suit pants. No one could pull such a yummy outlook so perfectly naturally and then possess such a deep, panty-wetting voice.

“I think you are lost, Mister. T-this is the women’s washroom,” she answered, trying so hard not stare at his bare chest and that rose tattoo barely visible on his right side, under his arm.

“I don’t think I’m,” he ran his fingers on the side of her face, making her suck in a harsh load of breath as tingles rushed through every pore of her boy, numbing her brain.

“You want to get out of here? I have a room on this same floor,” No one had ever been able to turn her panties in a twist like he did with just a mere sentence.