“You’re not.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Seriously. Sit.”
Frost slides onto the chair. “So, don’t we all what?”
My brows furrow in confusion. “Huh?”
He chuckles. “When I was behind you, I heard you say, ‘Don’t we all’, so my question darlin’, is ‘don’t we all’what?”
Fuck my life. Of course, the hottest biker on the planet had to hear me talking to myself.
“Oooh, he’s sexy, Hope,” Scarlett confirms. “Now I know why you said ‘don’t we all’.One look at him and my panties have melted.”
“What the fuck, woman?” Lachlan grits his teeth. “You’re. Fucking. Mine. Quit drooling over other men.”
“A girl can look without touching,” Scarlett defends teasingly. “Besides, before we met, you were screwing anything with a vagina.”
“Jesus.” I slowly close my computer's lid in hopes of drowning out their continued argument. That’s gonna be fun to clean up later.
Frost clears his throat, and my cheeks redden as I realize he’s witnessed more of my crazy behavior. He must sense my unease because he lowers his gaze to the paper sleeve around his cup.
What the hell do I do now?
Before I can talk myself out of it, my mouth moves on its own accord. “Well, well,” I chide jokingly. “Did you go a few rounds with Mike Tyson? Looks like he might’ve won this one.”
His eyes snap toward me, and that burning gaze knocks the air right out of my lungs.
A slow smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Tyson wishes.”
“Oh?” I lean back against the cushion. “So, it’s theyou should see the other guyscenario?”
“Probably not,” he says, voice low and amused. “Tank’s not looking his best today.”
Tank? Who the heck has a name like Tank? Maybe he’s another biker…
I bite back a smile. “And you are? Because I hate to break it to you, but you’ve got the whole… rugged, beat-to-hell thing going on right now.”
“Rugged, huh?” Frost leans closer, and suddenly the table between us feels too small. “That sounds almost like a compliment.”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” I say. “I write romance for a living, remember? It’s a description I’ve used many times for alpha males.”
I take a sip of the delicious peppermint chocolatey goodness before my mouth can get me into any more trouble.
His eyes sparkle with mischief. “So, you’re saying I’m an alpha male?”
I choke on my drink. “No… I… No… I mean,” I sputter. “Can we pretend this conversation never happened and start over?”
He laughs, and God help me, the sound goes straight to my lady parts. “Nah, I kinda wanna hear more about alpha males.”
“Oh, shut it.” I tap my head dramatically. “Once you climb inside here, there’s no getting out.”
“Hope,” he says quietly. His gaze lingers on me in a way that contradicts his entire rough-edged exterior. And just like that, the coffee shop feels smaller.
“So,” I say, swallowing. “Want to tell me what happened to your face, or should I just stick with the Tyson theory?”
He smirks. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Frost leans back, crossing his big arms over his chest. The movement pulls his T-shirt tight across his shoulders. Despite the bruises, he still looks like he walked out of one of my novels. Chiseled jaw line, broad shoulders, muscular arms, a smoldering smile, dark chocolate eyes, and hair so dark it’s almost black. Let’s not forget a voice that could melt your clothes right off.
Yep, every woman’s fantasy come to life.
