Stop it.The little voice in my head that knew dating this man was a bad idea spoke up. I blinked and tore my eyes away from him. I wasn’t here to meethim.
Yet, once I joined Swole and Tammy at their table, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from looking over at Trainer every few minutes. Why did he have to be so hot?
“You know, we can invite him to join us,” Tammy said, bringing my full attention back to her.
“Who?” I asked, though I knew damn well who she was talking about.
“Trainer. He’s a friend, an Outlaw Soul.”
“What exactly does it mean to be an Outlaw Soul?” I asked. I could guess that they were some kind of group of bikers, but I didn’t know anything about that.
“I’m not one,” Tammy said. “but Swole is. They’re a motorcycle club. A group of people that enjoy riding.”
“That’s it?” I asked incredulously.
“Well, itisa club,” Swole explained. “You have to earn your place here, and we have goals and rules. But we’re a family.”
I had a feeling there might be more to it, perhaps some shady or illegal activities, but maybe I was letting my imagination go wild based on the way TV shows and movies portrayed these clubs.
“So, do you want us to invite him over?” Tammy pressed.
“Oh… uh, no. You don’t need to do that.”
“Really? Because you guys have been eye-fucking since the moment you walked in the door.”
“No, we haven’t.” I denied weakly, but I couldn’t seem to keep myself from looking over at him once again. What I saw made my blood boil. A stick-thin blonde wearing a dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination had approached him. If she were standing any closer to him, she’d be sitting in his lap.
Trainer’s face was blocked by her big, curly hair, so I couldn’t tell if he was interested in her or not, but that didn’t stop the jealousy from taking root. Suddenly, staying away from him became a whole lot harder. I might barely know him, but that didn’t seem to matter.
I wanted him to be mine.
Seven
Trainer
“How about we get out of here?”
I stared at the woman, practically draping herself all over me, trying to recall her name. I hadn’t been paying attention when she first approached and introduced herself. Was it Amy? Ally?
Who cares.
I wasn’t interested. Well, not interested inher.My mind and body were both too occupied with Erica.
“No thanks, I want to stay here,” I said. No point in beating around the bush. She could move along to someone else. I saw Moves shoot me a surprised look from the other side of the blonde woman, like he couldn’t believe I would pass up a sure thing.
“Well, we can do it here,” she suggested, practically purring as she ran her french-tipped fingers along my arm. “This place must have a bathroom. Or maybe the alley outside, if you want a little public action.”
I shook my head, trying not to chuckle. “Look, Abby, I-”
“It’s Ashley,” she interrupted, sticking out her lower lip in a pout that wasn’t nearly as cute as she probably thought it was.
“Ashley, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I suggest you look elsewhere for your good time.” The rumble in my voice made it clear that it wasn’t really a suggestion.
“Your loss,” she said coolly, stepping away. I watched as she zeroed in on another target, Ryder, and couldn’t suppress my laugh this time. Tonight just wasn’t her night.
“Are you crazy?” Moves asked.
“Just not interested.”
