“Leigh,” I said, taking his hand. It was very warm and firm. Oh, fuck, this guy was going to be trouble.
“Leigh, pleasure. Gentlemen, what are we doing now?”
And just like that, the conversation had shifted back to his boys. It had seemed too quick of a hello, but it was one that left me wanting more. He had played me perfectly—and I didn’t mind being played by him here in the slightest.
Maybe I had a tendency to go for bad boys, but this was different. Most bad boys were that in name only—they looked hot, they talked tough, and they carried themselves as if tough, but in a true test, they wouldn’t stand up to it. Just by the fact that he was a biker, I already knew that Sonny was a bad boy’s bad boy.
If ever there was a time to say, “I know I have bad habits, but this is a bad habit worth indulging,” it was here.
My mind started to race at the thought of dancing with him, making out with him, taking him back…having wild, bed-breaking sex…all the things that, alone and in quiet times, I knew were bad habits, but when caught up in them, felt so hard not to chase. And who knew? Maybe he and I would connect on a deeper level over something, hit it off, and we could build toward something more significant.
Probably not. I’d been around the block enough to know that hoped-for fulfillment usually led to obvious-in-retrospect heartache, but the thing about a hope like that was it was tough to kick.But…
“What say you?”
I shook—again—out of my thoughts and turned to the sound of my name. It was Sonny. The other two couples were off talking to themselves, suddenly reengaged and almost deliberately ignoring us. Almost like they wanted to make this happen.
And I was all for it.
“What say I about what?” I said, barely able to contain the smile on my face.
“The two of them were thinking about getting some food. What say you? I don’t want you to feel left out on this, even if you are daydreaming about something or someone.”
Oh, he was dangerous. Almost too dangerous.
The perfect kind of dangerous.
“I say that sounds like an excellent idea,” I said. “I could use something to fill me up.”
