“What are you talking about? One person asked for my number, and that was it.”
“They were all men, and they were all looking at you. You’re not a guy, so you don’t get it, but I know exactly what each one of them was thinking,” he says, swinging his leg over his bike and starting the engine.
I pull the helmet down over my head and climb on, holding him tightly as I laugh all the way back, feeling hopeful about us.
Of course, the little bubble of hope that things will be okay pops and fizzes out over the next year.
After Midas’s intense reaction to me and his bid to become friends, I thought…well, it doesn’t really matter what I thought. I suppose I still have some naivety in me after all.
He pulled back, like he always does—though not before I made him one of my salads loaded with meat and carbs, which he loved—and, true to his word, he gave me a hundred bucks for my efforts.
The guy could be sweet and funny, so his rejection stung, and I won’t pretend it didn’t. But I get it. I’m a club girl, and he’s a patched brother, and that’s the line in the dirt between us he refuses to cross. That hasn’t stopped him from coming to me to forget his troubles and fuck away his day, though.
As the weeks and months turned into a year, I adapted. I’d developed thick skin over the years, and after a few awkward exchanges between us, we fell into a rhythm that worked for us.
Now I don’t bother waiting for him to kick me out after fucking me. The second he pulls out, I pick up my clothes, get dressed, give him a polite smile, and leave before his mood turns cold.
I give him exactly what he wants—a willing pussy, with no strings attached.
Chapter Five
Midas
I hate my job.I hate being away from the clubhouse all day, knowing that’s where Legs spends most of her time.
We’ve reached an understanding now. I had to dig deep to stick to it. Turns out being fucking friends was more complicated than I ever thought it would be, so like a dick I downgraded us to acquaintances who occasionally fuck. It’s made it easier to keep my distance from her all these months, or at least that’s what I’ve been telling myself. Lately, though, I’ve been finding it harder and looking for any excuse to have her near.
She’s been here over a year now. I thought I’d have lost interest ages ago, but instead, I’ve drip-fed this growing obsession I’ve had with her and somehow made everything worse.
With a groan, I brace myself as I walk into the clubhouse. After a long-ass day dealing with dickheads, the first thing I do is scan the room, finding Legs sitting on Probe’s lap. I start to move toward her when Blade calls me. I turn and see him sitting at the bar with King. King glares at me before looking away. What the fuck’s his problem?
“Prez?”
“How’s the shop?”
“Good. Busy. Really busy.”
He sighs. “I figured you were going to say that.”
“Why? What’s up?”
“We need another prospect or two. The new ones are okay, but the originals are fucking hard work, and losing one every day to Au isn’t helping. It might be time for you to take on an employee.”
And just like that, he gives me the perfect excuse. “Leave it with me. I’ll figure something out. Tell the prospects I won’t need them anymore.”
“You sure?”
I nod. “Good luck with that last one you sent me, though. Motherfucker has selective hearing.”
“What the fuck is it with this batch of prospects?” he mutters. King looks amused but keeps his mouth shut. As a former club president, he’s probably had his fair share of prospect headaches.
Personally, I think it’s time to cut our losses and start fresh with the three newbies. I leave them to figure that shit out, glad Blade’s the president and I’m just a patched brother.
I make my way over to the table where Legs is sitting, watching as she laughs at something.Motherfuckers. I grit my teeth, and I see a couple of brothers look up as I get closer. Legs must sense the shift in the air, because she turns and sees me coming straight for her.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I need a word.”
