“Fair enough.” A successful, sexy, rich woman would intimidate most men. Not me—I think running a business just makes her more appealing. It’s a nice change to hang out with a woman who’s driven and motivated to do something with her life. I want to know everything about her and what makes her tick.
“What do you do?” she asks.
I point to the patch on my vest. “Vice president of the best motorcycle club in the US.”
She smiles. “I know that, but what else do you do as a job?”
My shoulders tense. Her father, Garrett, and brother Alec know we grow, distribute, and sell large amounts of pot and aren’t licensed. Hell, they said we could. Nothing goes on in the town without her father’s say-so, but I don’t know how much she knows, so I decide to talk about the charity.
“We help with Zara’s charity, at the women and children’s safe house.”
Her face lights up. “It’s unbelievable. Zara has done such a good job. After everything she’s been through, she’s turned a devastating outcome into something positive. So… what’s your role in it?”
“We renovated the property and building where the charity houses the women and children. We help the victims, like picking them up and taking them away from dangerous situations they’re in and bringing them to the charity.” I think back to the frightened woman and children we picked up last week. “It’s really brought the club together, everyone working together to help others. We’re honored to assist, and the town’s response to us has been positive.” People now smile and praise us for helping rather than fearing us.
She steps closer to me and searches my eyes. “You’re doing such a great job. I’m proud of you and everyone who’s helped Zara.”
She’s proud of me?I don’t think anyone has said that to me before. I give her one of my panty-dropping smiles.
She lifts her hands and grabs each side of my leather cut. “You look sexy in leather.”
I’mthe one who’s supposed to be dishing out compliments. Maybe… just maybe… I’m in over my head with her.
I slip my arms out of my cut and hold it out for her, and without hesitation, she slides the leather vest on over her red dress. My mouth goes dry. Fuck meeeeeee! “Hmm… Temptress, you look better.” My voice is husky and my hard-on is achingly uncomfortable against my jeans. An ol’ lady property patch with my name on it would be even better.
I glance at the men to see if anyone noticed. Bomber’s shaking his head at me and Axle’s jaw is gaping. We don’t let just anyone wear our club colors. No man outside the MC is allowed to wear our patch, and only the women we’re serious about—our ol’ ladies—get to wear a property patch with their man’s name on it. By letting Sophie wear my cut, I know Axle is going to give me shit later for it.
I lean toward Sophie, pulling her blond wavy hair from under my cut and allowing it to fall down her back, while she gives me a slow once-over.
Harrison appears next to us and hands me my beer. “Thanks,” I say, wishing I hadn’t asked for it now.
“Where’s my drink?” Sophie asks Harrison.
“Sorry, sis, you should have told me beforehand.”
“Well… I might go over and order a cocktail. I’ll be back soon,” she says as she makes her way over to the bar, swaying those sexy hips. I stare at her, captivated.
Harrison’s laugh brings my eyes back to him. “I almost feel bad for you.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“It looks like Sophie’s got her eye on you.”
I chuckle. “I’m stoked with that.” I peek at her again. She’s at the bar and is flanked by a man on either side, undoubtedly trying to buy her a drink. Annoyance flares up inside of me. She’sminefor tonight.
“I thought you were a one-night-stand type of guy.”
I am, apart from Candy. “Why do you say that?” I ask.
“Well… you’re looking at my sister like you want to be her knight in shining armor. Sophie can more than handle herself with men, but proceed with caution. Every man has wanted to bang her, and after one night, every one of them has wanted more from her. But she doesn’t have any more to give, and if she sees you getting jealous or needy”—he looks at her, then at me, and I assume he means the way I’m acting now—“she will run. She’s a player.”
“What makes you think I want anything other than sex?”
He mocks me with his laughter.
“What?” I ask him.
“She’s wearing your cut. She’s already got you by the balls.”
