Chapter Nineteen
Taylor
It’s not like I’m going to offer sex to thank him for having those assholes arrested. Even if they are already out on bail, it’s impressive he got that far. And unexpected. I won’t lie about that. I’m still shocked there weren’t news stories about them being killed. Not that I would know, the guy had a helmet on, I couldn’t identify him.
It’s good that he did it this way, he didn’t have to. When he said he was going to make him pay, this didn’t seem like what he meant. What does it say about me that I’m disappointed about that.
And what does it say that I’m here, again, wanting to see this man who is dangerous and mysterious and really, really bad for me.
Dana will not be happy. Over the last few weeks since dad died, and the days after the attack, I’ve been thinking a lot about myself. How I’ve spent most of my life doing things to make other people happy.
As a nurse it’s ingrained in me to take care of others, but I’ve always done the things my friends wanted to do, even when I wasn’t in the mood.
Spending time with Noah makesmefeel good and I want to get to know more about him. I should be scared of his motorcycle club but,I’m not. He intrigues me. He thinks the same thing about me. He would not keep in touch, and definitely wouldn’t let me come to the house while his baby is here.
The door opens and an embarrassing squeak comes from the back of my throat. Noah puts one arm up on the frame of the door and leans out. He isn’t shirtless, but he is wearing a very tight white T-shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, much like the black sweatpants.
“I’ve been watching you on the security camera for at least three minutes.”
I put a hand over my mouth and try to hide the embarrassed smile.
“You coming in or do you want some more time to think about it?”
Noah doesn’t have a chance to move when I duck under his arm and squeeze past. He closes and locks the door then turns and gives me of those looks of his. Like he is trying to decide what to do with me.
“What’s that?” he points to my hands. I almost forgot I brought it.
“Cupcakes.”
“You brought me cupcakes, Cherry?”
“I made too many and everyone at work told me stop bringing them in cos they’re on diets and I didn’t want them to go to waste so…”
He walks over and takes the box, lifting the lid and peering in. “They look professional. You sure you made them?”
I smack his arm, barely hard enough for him to feel it, and try to take the box. “I’ll take them back home if you’re going to insult me.”
“No,” he laughs, twisting so I can’t get them. “I’m kidding. You brought them for me, so I’m going to eat them.”
He goes around the counter, sets the box down and takes two out. My mouth goes dry as he peels the paper case off and licks the frosting. Could this man be any sexier? Seriously. I’m about to combust. Even though I came here determined to have more conversation with him and not fall into his bed.
Watching him eat the cake in three big bites makes that thought harder.
“They’re good,” he says. “You want?”
“I’ve eaten enough, they’re for you… guys,” I add at the end, my meaning clear.
“All that sugar will make my life a million times harder if Oscar eats more than half a cake.” He eatsanother one.
“If there are any left,” I laugh.
“They’re tasty.” He grins at me. He looks down and finally notices. “You got your bandage off.”
“It was just a sprain and needed some support. It’s good now.”
“Hmm, that is good.” Why do I get the impression he isn’t meaning it for medical purposes? “Want a beer?”
“Beer and cupcakes. It’s like being back in college.”
