I had to fight the urge to back up. The way he was looking at me was unsettling. Not in a way that made me think he was going to hurt me. More like I needed to squeeze my thighs together to ease the sudden ache there. I had to be imaginingit, but he was looking at me like he wanted to eat me up. “O-of course.” I was tempted to run, but only if he’d chase me.
“How much?”
“What?” I asked, shocked about the implications of this conversation. I had to be reading him wrong. This man didn’t ever seem to want to be in the same area as me. Something I’d accepted long ago was that most men didn’t. I wasn’t their type. And that was fine. I didn’t hold it against them.
“How much do you appreciate me taking care of that shithead for you last night?”
Okay. That had come out as kind of a…purr. I didn’t know how else to describe it. “A…lot.”
He was standing as close to me now as he’d been standing to the cowboy last night. I had to tilt my head to look up at him. He had to be at least six-three or more. Much taller than me anyway. If I took a deep breath my nipples might brush against his body. The shiver that would course throughout my whole body if that happened might make me collapse right here. Though with my hands clasped in front of me once again, I was in more danger of those grazing against a more intimate part of his body. I looked up into his bright blue eyes.
From the minute I’d walked into this clubhouse I’d been confused and it didn’t seem like that was going to be going away any time soon. Pyre was giving me emotional whiplash right now.
“Enough to-”
My body was screaming out a long list of answers, none of them good. Well, they were good for my body, but my morals…
“I’m so sorry!” Ainsley skidded to a halt as she rushed in the room. Her eyes widened as she spotted us standing so close together. “Jeez, now I’m really sorry.” She widened her eyes at me, like what did I just walk in on?
I wish I knew.
Pyre had turned his head to look at her. He glanced back down at me. “Too bad.”
Too bad what? For that matter, enough to what? My body was ready to thank him for sure.
I wanted to ask him, but he was already striding away from me. He opened the door he’d come out of and headed down the stairs behind it.
“What wasthat?” Ains asked with a laugh as she came up to me.
“I have no idea,” I muttered, confused and insanely turned on.
“Warrant, that asshole, just now told me that he’d invited you here so we could go have lunch. I felt bad for making you wait so long until I came in and saw Pyre nearly kissing you.”
“He was not,” I told her.
“Looked like he wanted to,” she argued.
I opened my mouth, then shut it. Was she right?
She must have read the question on my face. My brothers had always teased me that you could read every thought in my expressions.
“He’s always been into you.”
I blinked at her in shock. “He has?”
She shrugged. “According to Warrant and the others, yeah. None of them have any idea why he’s never made a move on you though.”
“I thought he hated me,” I admitted, falling into step with her as she began walking outside.
She laughed. “He definitely doesn’t hate you, Rae.”
I wasn’t so sure she was right, but secretly I sort of hoped she was. Then again, I wasn’t sure what I’d do if she was. I didn’t know much about Pyre, but I knew rumors of how these bikers were. I wasn’t going to be a one-night stand for anyone. Maybe he’d be more like Warrant?
“I don’t know,” I told her as we walked to her car. “Most men don’t like women like me.”
Her brows shot up. “The sweet drop-dead gorgeous kind?”
I rolled my eyes and laughed. “The kind who work with dead bodies for a living.”
