I snorted. “You’re disgusting.”
“Unfortunately for you, I can’t stick around and show you just how fun disgusting can be. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“Don’t bother,” I snapped.
He chuckled, sliding his hand to my neck and pulling my head forward. “Eight o’clock, baby.” He kissed me quickly and then he was gone.
I stood next to my couch and stared at the door, debating on whether or not I was going to throw something at it. In the end, I locked up and put a new plan into motion. Austin Carver was going to find out just how dangerous the wrath of Dani could be. Starting with me not being at his beck and call. Jerk!
Danielle
KIM PICKED ME up at seven and we decided to grab dinner before we headed to the club. My best friend could only be described as perfect. There really was no other way around it. She was tall, almost five-foot-ten, with legs that went on for miles and the ability to wear anything as though it had been made for her. She had long dark hair that never dulled... ever. Big brown eyes and full lips that any woman would die for, and a super sweet way about her. She was as close to me as Emily was, and for all intents and purposes, I considered her my other sister.
Tonight, she wore a little black dress that ended just below her butt. How she sat without flashing anyone, I have no idea, but she was a pro at it. Her four-inch Jimmy Choos were silver and strappy and gorgeous, and she wore several varying shades of silver bangles on her left wrist. With her big hair and smoky make-up, she looked more runway model than bartender, and normally, I’d feel ugly beside her. But tonight, I didn’t.
I wore a clingy black dress that was low-cut... and I mean,low. The hem fell just below my knees and my three-inch black ankle boots did incredible things for my calves. I was all about accentuating the positive and thank God for Spanx, because everything was where it was supposed to be. I had curled my hair in waves, and it hung down perfectly with the help of copious amounts of hairspray, and my big hoop, silver earrings were just enough bling to pull the whole thing together.
As we arrived at the restaurant, I was liking the looks a few men were giving us and I was no longer seething with righteous anger by the time we sat down to eat... just smug with having thwarted my nemesis.
“So, let me get this straight,” Kim said. “You’ve made some drop-dead gorgeous biker fall in love with you, pissed off said biker, and thrown down the wrath of Dani all in less than a couple of weeks.”
I raised my pomegranate martini in a toast. “Yay me.”
She tapped her glass to mine and laughed. “I cannotwaitto meet this guy.”
“Huh-uh.” I shook my head. “You’re not going to meet him, Kimmie.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because I’m not dating some guy who treats me like chattel. I’m a grown woman, not some little girl who has to do what my big, bad man tells me to.” I sipped my drink. “Hell, no. Not gonna happen.”
“Amen, sista,” Kim retorted.
Our dinner arrived and we giggled through our meal. For the first time in a while, I wasn’t feeling like the world was on my shoulders. It was awesome. We grabbed a cab from the restaurant to the club and arrived just as people were beginning to line up.
“Perfect timing,” I said.
