“I’ll introduce you to some of the women,” Rage says. “The others are at work right now.”
I follow him over to the bar. The women’s faces light up when they see me, and they both stand to greet me. The woman with short brown hair and a friendly smile hugs me first. “My name’s Milly. I’m Twitch’s fiancée and the club doctor.”
“Congratulations on your engagement.”
She smiles broadly. “Aww, you’re so sweet.”
The other woman hugs me too, and she’s wow—she looks like a model and has long blond hair. “I’m Sophie, Viper’s ol’ lady. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
I give her a weird look. “Finally?”
She nods, grinning. “Yes, gossip has been running wild. We’ve all been dying to meet the woman who has Rage all riled up.”
Gossip... lovely.“So you all know I’m a cougar.”
Rage and the women laugh out loud. “A hot cougar, though,” Rage adds with a grin.
“Oh, honey, no judgement here,” says Sophie, and it puts me a bit more at ease. “There could be twenty years between you guys and no one here would bat an eyelid. We don’t judge family. We just want everyone to be happy.”
I smile back at her. I like that. I like that a lot.
“Come on, my sexy cougar, I’ll introduce you to Cash and then show you around upstairs.”
I raise a brow at the “mysexy cougar” comment. I know he’s playing, but the “my” part has me giddy.
The man behind the bar gives me a casual wave. “I’m Cash. It’s great to meet you.” He’s tall and good-looking, with jet-black hair. He seems friendly enough.
Rage tugs on my hand. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
I follow him to the second level, where a hallway lined with doors stretches ahead. “This is where everyone sleeps,” he says, leading me down the corridor. He stops at a door and pushes it open.
I step inside, taking in the room. It’s surprisingly tidy and carries the faint intoxicating scent of his cologne. Two wooden side tables flank a king-size bed positioned against the back wall. A large TV hangs on one side, and a closet stands neatly off to the other.
Rage sets my bag on the bed. “Feel free to hang any of your clothes up. There should be spare clothes hangers in there.” He pauses, then winces. “Oh shit! Sorry, there’s a spare room too. You don’t have to sleep in my bed.” He looks disappointed in himself that he didn’t offer the spare room up first.
I step closer and wrap my arms around him. “No, I want to stay wherever you are.” And I mean it. I can’t imagine sleeping by myself in such a big house. Rage makes me feel safe. I want to be close to him.
His shoulders relax, and he cuddles me and kisses the top of my head. My heart flutters. I lean back and touch his bicep.
He chuckles. “What are you doing?”
I blink a few times. “Just checking you’re real. Because men like you don’t exist.”
He flexes his biceps, making me giggle. “I’m real all right.”
I look down at my small bag. “I don’t have a lot of clothes with me. I might have to go clothes shopping, if that’s all right.”
He bobs his head. “Sure, we can go tomorrow if that suits you?”
“Perfect.” A soft smile tugs at the corner of my lips. “Thanks. Can you point me in the direction of the bathroom?”
“Follow me,” he says, and I do. My eyes are glued to his ass. He has this sexy swagger when he walks. Who am I kidding? Everything about him is sexy. I’m sure even his burps smell like roses. I laugh softly at that.
He glances back at me. “I love your little laugh.” He points to a door at the end of the hallway. “It’s just in there. It’s a shared bathroom.”
I cringe, earning another chuckle from him.
“The women keep it clean. There are more toilets downstairs.”
