I wanted him to kiss me in that moment.
Even with all my preconceived knowledge of him and his club.
Something about Sin drew me in, and all I wanted was him.
But this feeling, it’s just the lure of the bad boy.
I have to remember why I’m here.
Why Ineedto be here.
A man like Sin is only after one thing—a good story for his club, and he will use me to get what he wants.
Clearly, as shown today with this little ruse of his.
Well, I won’t fall for it, and I absolutely willnotfall for the likes of him.
“Not everything is black and white, Sin. But gray is also not the best color choice either,” I warn, turning back to Millie and smiling genuinely at her. “It was nice to meet you, Millie. I’m sure we will be spending more time together over the next few days while I write my feature.”
Millie grins, handing me one of her freshly baked cookies. “Keep an open mind while you’re here. Take some time to meet the rest of the guys. This is only your first day, and there is a lot to take in. I know I’m only young, but I am here if you need someone to talk to who isn’t a part of the club.”
A genuine warmth flows through me as I smile back at Millie. She really does seem to enjoy her time here. I take the cookie from her and dip my head. “Thanks, Millie, I’ll definitely be back to chat some more.” I side-eye Sin. “Maybewithoutthe muscle next time.”
He smirks playfully. “You admiring my muscles, wildcat?”
Rolling my eyes, I walk to the kitchen exit. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
The thumping of his boots behind me lets me know he’s following me as I take a bite of Millie’s cookie. The crumbly texture is heaven in my mouth. A quiet moan escapes me as I devour the delicious treat.
I understand why they let her bake. Yum.
“Wildcat,” Sin calls, but I don’t stop walking toward the main clubroom.
“Stop walking away from me, Elizabeth!” His tone is more demanding this time.
Inhaling sharply, I turn, my brow raised as I glare at him. “What?What do you want now?”
He steps closer, the same way he did last time, my stupid fucking stomach betraying me as his face inches closer. But Idon’t back down. I don’t move as his lips turn up in the corner mischievously. “Just so you can stop your brain from trying to rationalize what happened before we went into the kitchen… yeah, Iwastesting you. But that doesn’t mean for a. Single. Second… that I didn’twantto kiss you, Elizabeth.” My breathing hitches at his words. “Or thatyoudidn’t want me to.”
I swallow a lump that’s jammed hard in my throat, his hand gliding up, his rough, calloused finger sliding a strand of hair behind my ear as our eyes stay locked on each other. Our lips are so close that the familiar smell of beer is washing over my senses, and the energy around us feels like it is sizzling out of control. My heart pounds furiously in my chest, waiting for him to make another move, but he remains merely a couple of inches from my lips. That gorgeous smirk crosses his face as if he’s waiting for me to give him permission.
My chest rises and falls quickly at all the scenarios racing through my mind.
When I was tasked with this job, I never in a million years thought this would be the situation I would find myself in within hours of arriving at the club, and yet, here I am.
Staring into the eyes of a club president, unmistakably attracted to him.
This wasnotsupposed to happen.
This is a rookie error.
I’m here for a reason, and that reason isnotto stare into gorgeous, rare-colored eyes.
Rolling my shoulders, I take a large step back from Sin, recovering my control. Sin’s brow raises like he wasn’t expecting me to do that, but he dips his head in acknowledgment, waving his hand past me as if to tell me to ‘lead the way.’
Clearing my throat, I take a step but then turn back to look at him. “I need to remain professional while I’m writing this feature.”
Sin grins knowingly, letting out a small chuckle. “I understand completely.”
