Page 50 of Dangerous Attraction

Last night, after their church meeting, all the guys came downstairs, started playing music at an obnoxiously loud volume, and were in and out of the kitchen, raiding all the cupboards, making a mess, and acting like teenagers instead of grown men.

I was pouring drinks all night, not only for them, but also for the few girls who had turned up throughout the night. I had to clear up multiple smashed glasses from where some of the guys got a little too rowdy and reminded me of the exact reason I no longer enjoy drinking.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that everyone decided to crash. I'd luckily made sure to collect everyone's bike keys to ensure they didn't try to ride while intoxicated.

After everyone had retreated to the spare bedrooms, Reeve and Luxe helped me clean-up, which I was grateful for, because the place was a complete mess. Then Reeve drove me home, and I managed to get a few hours of sleep before coming back here this morning.

Today, I'm suffering the consequences of last night—my head is pounding due to lack of sleep, and my muscles ache from running around for hours. I'm glad Honey's here to share the load, since Saturday nights also, apparently, get pretty crazy. I definitely agree as I watch the scene unfold in front of me.

Night's already fallen, everyone's got drinks in their hands, music is pumping through the speakers around the room, and the boys have decided to put on a show.

Slate is center stage with the girl he had here yesterday, both of them lying on the pool table in front of the bar, making out like a pair of teenagers.

In the booth closest to the bar, Cruz is also with a woman, their hands roaming each other's bodies and their clothes slowly but surely coming off while Dodger sits opposite them with his own woman for the night.

Wrinkling my nose, I tear my eyes away and land on Luxe, instead, who's in the corner booth. A blonde girl is seated on his lap, her head buried in the crook of his neck, and her hips shamelessly grinding back and forth in an exaggerated, performative way.

His eyes meet mine, and he winks. Shooting me a wide grin, he lifts his beer bottle to his lips, then gulps down the cold liquid.

"Bunch of horny assholes," I grumble, grabbing the tray of dirty glasses from the side and taking them into the kitchen where Honey is.

"Another load that needs to be cleaned." I huff as I place them on the side beside the sink.

"Thanks, doll. I'll be out of here soon, and then, as long as Reeve isn't busy, he should be able to take you home."

I shake my head. "I don't think any of those guys are ready to crash any time soon. And as for Reeve, I have no idea where he is."

"I'm here tonight, so you don't have to stay late, especially since I know you have plans tomorrow, so you can leave whenever you need to," she tells me as she submerges glasses into the soapy water. "This has never really been Reeve's scene anyway. He'll most likely be hiding out in his room. Whenever the clubhouse turns into party central, Reeve, Callux, Mouse and Ghost will disappear for the night."

Now she mentions it, I haven't seen any of them all night, and I didn't last night either.

Reeve didn't come back downstairs after church yesterday, and he didn't step foot in the bar until most of the guys had left to go to bed.

Checking the clock on the wall, I see it's almost midnight and sigh.

"Is it okay with you if I head out now?" I ask as she dries her hands.

She nods. "Of course it is. I'll have Mackie help me out."

She pulls me in for a hug, then practically shoves me out of the kitchen.

Grabbing my bag from under the bar, I hook it over my shoulder, then make my way through the bar, keeping my eyes pinned to the wooden floorboards beneath my feet, not wanting to subject myself to more unwarranted behavior.

When I make it outside to the porch, I take a deep breath of fresh air, then roll my shoulders back, groaning from the tightness of my muscles.

Smoke sweeps in front of my face, and I glance to the side to see Milo propped against the clubhouse, a lit cigarette between his lips and his dark eyes set on mine.

"Heading out already?" he asks.

Twisting my lips, I rub my hands together, then shrug.

"I was planning to, yeah."

Cocking a brow, he takes a pull of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, away from the direction I'm standing in.

"You're waiting for Reeve?"

Again, I shrug.