“Fine,” she agreed, much easier than I expected. “Now, let’s get the hell out of here.”
Anticipation curled in my stomach. I could hardly wait.
Twenty-One
Kat
I pulled my jeans on while Blade laid in bed, wearing only a pair of boxers. We’d settled into this no-strings-attached sexual relationship over the last few days, and it was working well. I tried to keep some distance between us at work, but after hours, I went to his place for a couple of rounds between the sheets. I never stayed the night, though, and Blade didn’t ask.
Today was a Saturday, which meant that I wasn’t supposed to see him at all, but he’d sent me a text message in the morning, offering some afternoon delight that I couldn’t pass up. I scanned the room, looking for my shirt.
“Where are you going?” Blade asked, watching me.
I finally spotted my tank top hanging off the lampshade. I grabbed it, pulling it over my head.
“I want to go shopping around for a bike.”
“A motorcycle?” he asked, sitting up in bed.
“No, a bicycle,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Okay, smartass.”
“I’ll see you later.” I picked up my boots from the floor, heading for the exit.
“I could help you.”
I stopped walking and turned to look at him. “What?”
Blade got off the bed and picked up his jeans from the floor. “I can help you get a bike.”
I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. “Why would you do that?”
“Uh, to benice?”
I frowned. “You don’t have to do that. We’re not a couple.”
Blade rolled his eyes. “I don’t have to be dating you to be a nice guy.”
“Says the Outlaw Soul.”
“Just come with me,” he said impatiently. I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled my boots on.
“Fine. Where are we going?”
“To see a friend of mine. He fixes up bikes and sells them.”
“Thisfriendhave a name?”
“Trainer.”
I didn’t recognize the name. “Not a member of your club, I hope.”
Blade didn’t respond, just kept getting dressed, which really told me all that I needed to know.
“Nope,” I stood, shaking my head. “No way.”
“Grow up, Kat,” Blade’s use of my name stopped me short. I was so used to him calling me Kitten, whether I wanted him to or not, that it felt weird to hear my name come out of his mouth instead. He let out a sigh while I stared at him. “It’s a bike purchase. A business transaction. It has nothing to do with my club versus your club. It doesn’t mean anything, just like our sexual relationship.”
