That’s one way to say it. Even through the leather, I can see defined muscle in his shoulders that definitely wasn’t there before.
The man was all face; now he’s all faceandbody.
And somebody finally succeeded in ripping that smug look off his face, and I salute them. He looks much better without it. But that doesn’t mean I hate his guts any less.
The man was still attending an illegal auction tonight.
“What happened to you?” I open up that question to the floor. “What happened toallof you? Why are you dressed for a bounty hunt?”
Vex and Skipper give each other the eye.
I’m still struggling to decide which one makes my heart flutter the most. It’s a tight competition. All of them are so different, but still equal amounts of delicious.
Vex is the one on Carter’s left. He has silver hair like the others, but is the most intimidating to look at. If Carter is a gorilla, Vex is Bigfoot. He’s a giant. The most built out of all of them. His eyes, like the hair and beard, are also silver. I’m having a hard time deciding if I’m more turned on, or more petrified.
Skipper stands on the other side of Carter with long, silver hair that falls to his shoulders. This kind of hairstyle has never caught my attention on a man before…until now. His ultra-tanned skinsuggests that he’s spent most of his life out in the elements. Even though his face has signs of aging, it doesn’t take away from how handsome he is. UV only damages so much. I know for a fact that his amazing bone structure isn’t going anywhere.
While I’m marveling at my three suitors for tonight, it looks like they’re doing the same. Or are they sizing me up?
Before I can repeat myself and question their choice of outfits for tonight, the elevator dings and the sliding doors open.
Finally, the real world is back. I step out into the casino, but it’s not time to celebrate my freedom yet.
As we weave through the crowds, I toy with the idea of chancing an escape.
At the moment, I’m on the fence about it. I’ve all of a sudden been reunited with Carter fucking Trescott, but it’s not all bad. Actually, the sizable number he wrote on that blackboard is quite the opposite of bad.
It wouldn’t hurt to entertain them.
I could really use the cash.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Out,” Carter says, leading us out into the great outdoors also known as the Vegas Strip, a place I unfortunately know better than the back of my hand.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific.”
The men remains ambiguous as ever, walking down the busy street. Carter Trescott might’ve had a makeover, but people still treat him like royalty, parting around him like he’s a biblical figure.
Vex and Skipper receive the same treatment.
Girls gawk at all three of them as they walk past, and I’m glad. It means that I’m not going insane. It means that these men are all objectively attractive.
Could I be in trouble?
Shit. Maybe going with Conrad would’ve been better.
Eventually, they turn away from the Strip and guide me away down a darkened alley.
Fabulous.
“Get on,” Carter says.
“What?”
Skipper extends his hand, and that’s when I see it—the Harley.
“What is this? An episode ofSons of Anarchy?”
