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I can’t resist asking. “What vibes do you get about me then? Little Miss Mouthy.”
“You have a lot of nicknames for me.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
She finally wraps the towel around herself, thank God. Keeping my eyes off her feels like a crime in itself.
“You’re a tough guy, from the wrong side of the tracks, but you have a good heart.” When I scoff again and give her a look, she ignores me and continues. “You care more than you let on, maybe not about me, but definitely about Cash and your club, which means that you’re loyal. Your downfall is your mouth. I bet it’s gotten you into more trouble than any given lifetime, but you get away with it because of your pretty eyes and your hot body…”
My throat is dry. “Pretty eyes?” I try to laugh it off. “All the better to see you with?”
“You’re not the Big Bad Wolf, Rock. But I do believe that you fuck hard, and if you want, we could be good together. Let off some steam while I’m here…”
Holy fuck.
Did she just???
Abort mission.
Move your fuckin’ feet, asshole.
But I don’t run away from women. Even if this little pistol is on fire at the moment.
She really has no clue what I’m capable of. I’m not a good guy, despite what she thinks. She’s living in cuckoo land if she thinks anything about me is redeemable. There ain’t no absolution for me.
I lean in closer. “Get your clothes on, Trouble. Gotta eat and then head to the clubhouse. Don’t wanna keep Prez waitin’.”
It takes all of my strength to turn on my heel, tossing her bag on the sun lounger as I saunter back to the stairs.
“So that’s it?” she hollers.
“Clothes!” I yell back.
She’s not gonna fluster me or make me do something I’m gonna regret. Don’t get me wrong, fuckin’ her wouldn’t be a chore, but the aftermath? I don’t know if it would be worth it. She’s high maintenance.
She doesn’t know what she wants, and she thinks she can just play me and I’ll roll over like her little bitch and drool.
When I said I fuck hard, I wasn’t playing. She doesn’t want any part of this because she may think she wants a wild night with a biker, but she has no clue what that entails.
I don’t know if I could be gentle with her, and I guarantee she’s never been fucked like I could fuck her. That’s just the truth.
I can’t go running to Cash to be removed from the job, I have to suck it up.
I mount the stairs and don’t look back.
Her taunts mean nothing to me. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
It’s a little hostile when we ride to the clubhouse. Cash said to come during the day so nobody will be there aside from him, Ryder, Jas, and Luna. That way, things can stay relatively incognito where Aspyn is concerned.
She’s wearing white jeans and a midriff sweater that shows off her lean stomach and a little too much skin, if you ask me.
Sweeping her hair up into a bun, she keeps her face completely bare of makeup.
Huh.
I thought all high maintenance chicks took hours to get ready to go out. Not that Aspyn needs makeup. She’s naturally beautiful, and I think makeup would only hinder her.
But what the fuck would I know?
