A robe.
Bath salts.
A bottle of wine.
A wine glass.
A rack for the tub.
Bubble bath.
Toiletries.
Then I said, “Have your bath, baby.”
Then I walked out of the bathroom, closed the door, headed to the fridge, tagged a beer, and headed to the garage and worked on a project bike.
I had come out here to work because if I heard the sounds that she made while covered in bubbles and water, I’d be moving on her before she was ready.
Slow and steady.
Slow and steady.
An hour later, I had just looked up from the bike when I saw her moving towards me.
She had on a white tank and a pair of navy sleep pants, then she grinned. “You were right. Making my stamp on this house is perfect.”
I grinned.
Then I asked, “Wanna watch a movie or something?”
She licked her bottom lip, then asked, “Actually, can I sit out here with you and talk while you work on that bike?”
Something in my heart seemed to stutter at her words.
She was a rare beauty.
And I was thankful as fuck that it had been me who had been asked to talk to her last night.
Merlin came by his namesake for a variety of reasons.
I winked, “You got it, baby girl.”
She grinned.
Twenty minutes later, I was telling her about the parts on a bike. What they did. What they were for. What not to do while driving a bike. What to look out for.
Then she asked, “Since you plan to be in my life, that means that your club plans to be in my life. Can you tell me more about it?”
I dropped my head.
“Grey?” she called out.
I kept my head lowered.
My mind was stuck on one thought.
She was going to give the club a chance.
