I slide her the slice of cake I got her.“Not bad.You?”
“Good,” she replies, staring down at the chocolate cake.“You got me cake?”
“Thought it might keep you here with me while I drink this.”
She smirks and pulls the plate toward her.“You got me there.Cake is my weakness.”
Thank fuck for that.
I dip my chin toward her laptop.“Doing some work?”
“Something like that,” she replies, her brown eyes flickering with amusement before they roam over my cut.“So, you’re a road captain?”
“Yeah, I make sure everyone stays safe.”I shrug, sipping my coffee.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a conversation this long with someone.
She slowly nods, leaning back in her chair to study me while she takes a bite of cake.I can’t look away from her plump, juicy lips sliding over the fork.
Fuck.
Now I’m hard in public.
“This is the first proper conversation we’ve ever had,” she suddenly says, tilting her head to the side.I wonder if she’s going to call me out for what happened at the clubhouse.
She should, because we both know I was watching her all night, even when another woman had her mouth on my cock.I didn’t even finish, I ended up pushing her off me, fucking hating myself.
“It doesn’t have to be the last,” I say, watching her suck on the fork.“What are you doing after this?”
“Now?”
“Yeah.”
“Nothing much.Going home and making something for dinner,” Xanthe replies, tucking her hair back behind her ear.“You heading back to the clubhouse?”
“Well, I thought if you were up for it, I could take you for a ride.”
Her eyes widen, and she opens and closes her mouth.She suddenly looks both confused and suspicious.“Oh.Why?”
My lip twitches.“Fuck, Xanthe.You aren’t making this easy, are you?I’m trying to ask you out.”
“Really?”she asks, her brow furrowing.“Why?”
“Fuck,” I mutter, rubbing my hand down my beard.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… I had no idea you liked me.I mean, after what happened at the clubhouse…” She trails off, biting her lower lip.
“I was a dick,” I admit.
Standing up, I offer her my hand.She hesitates, but then takes it and lets me lead her outside without another word.She’s so much smaller than my six-foot-two frame.Hell, she must be standing at five-foot-nothing, but she’s all woman.Fuck, I want to kiss those pouty lips of hers.
And I never kiss.
We keep walking until we reach my motorcycle.No one has ever been on the back of my bike.No one.She’s breaking all my rules, and I don’t give a single fuck.
I put her laptop and handbag in my saddlebag, and then slide my spare leather jacket over her shoulders.It swallows her, but at least it will keep her warm.I put my helmet on her, gently touching her.“Have you ever been on a bike before?”
She shakes her head.“No, but I’ve always wanted to.”
