Today, I can’t stop thinking of Dante. My face flames as I think of all the things I let him do to me yesterday, last night, and this morning.
“Karina? Are you paying attention?”
“Yes, Mr. Fitzsimmons.”
Athena pokes me in the back and my hand automatically turns up for the note I know she’s going to pass me. Using our cell phones to text each other during class is a bad idea with Fitzy.
Athena: Michelle said she saw some biker drop you off. Was it Lucifer?
That’s our private nickname for Logan.
I give my head a subtle shake and get poked again.
“Athena, is there a problem?”
“No, Mr. Fitzsimmons.”
English is the only class Athena and I share. We’ll meet back up at lunchtime, where I know she’s going to grill me.
Sure enough, she’s waiting for me and yanks out a chair as I approach our regular table.
“Who’s the guy?” she asks before my ass even hits the chair.
Oh, my God. How do I even describe Dante?
“He’s in Logan’s MC. He’s their Sergeant-at-Arms. I don’t know what that is, but I got the impression it’s a big deal in the club.”
Her nose wrinkles. “How old is he?”
I hadn’t thought to ask. “I don’t know. He’s definitely older. He’s so hot, Athena. And the best thing is Logan totally walked in on us.”
“You screwed him?” she practically shouts. A bunch of people turn and look at us.
“Would you keep it down?”
“Sorry, sorry. I just worried that after Logan, you’d never…you know.”
“Jeez, don’t be so dramatic.”
An announcement comes over the loudspeaker and the entire lunchroom goes silent. Turns out due to a water main break, we’re being released two hours early. The cafeteria erupts in shouts and cheers.
I turn to Athena. “Think you can give me a ride?”
“Sure. Home?”
“Well, yeah, I want to pack a few things, but then drop me off at the clubhouse?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, Dante wanted me to spend the weekend with him.”
She nails me with one of her are-you-shitting-me stares. “Karina, your Dad will kill you.”
“He’s not going to know. He’s away until next week.”
“Any other hunky bikers I might like?”
Athena won’t be eighteen until after graduation. Somehow, I don’t think Dante would appreciate me bringing her into his clubhouse.
