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“And why the hell did you tell that woman my name is Clark?”German unexpectedly asked then.“Do I look like a fucking Clark to you?”
That broke the tension and I actually burst out laughing.“That isn’t my fault!”I said between giggles.“You’ve never actually told me your name!”
“You know my name,” he argued, a small smile on his lips that let me know he found this somewhat humorous himself.
“I don’t actually.Not your full name.Just your road name,” I told him.
German tossed me a dubious look.“What do you know about road names?”
“Not much.Just what I’ve seen on TV shows like Sons of Anarchy,” I explained.
German scoffed.“That’s TV, Babe.Not real life.”
“Maybe, but I know road names are like nicknames the Club gives you when you’re pledging,” I said, for the lack of a better word.
“It’s called being a Prospect,” he explained, supplying the term I couldn’t remember.“And yes, that’s pretty much what happens.”
“So why are you called German?”I asked, curious about his origin story.
“That’s a conversation for another day,” he deflected, turning down my street.“But it’s actually my last name.”
Not deterred, I plowed onward with my questions.“What’s your first name then?If you don’t tell me, I’m just going to start calling you Clark whenever we argue.”
German snorted.“You will not!”
“I will.You know I will,” I threatened, meaning it, too.
With a deep sigh, German finally caved.“Christopher.”
My jaw dropped and I had to remind myself to close it before I started catching flies.“Christopher,” I repeated, liking the sound of it, despite how foreign it was on my tongue.“Christopher German.You know, it actually suits you.”
“Thanks,” he gruffly returned, punching the code in at the gate.
We drove into the garage and I gave him an overexaggerated smile.“Thanks for the ride, Chris.However, next time, I’m driving.”
German shook his head in disappointment, but I could tell he was enjoying the teasing as much as I was.“You give a woman a little bit of power, and it goes straight to her head!”
“Serves you right for macking on the women I work with,” I reprimanded, stepping out of the car.
German threw his hands up heavenward as I tapped in the code to enter the house.“Get your head checked, Maddy.I didn’t ask that woman out.She asked me out.I can’t help it if I’m popular with the ladies.It’s the leather and the bike.Women practically cream themselves over that shit!”
Rolling my eyes, I dropped my bag on the foyer table.“First off, gross!And secondly, I distinctly remember you asking Tish for her number!If you’ve forgotten that little detail, maybeyoushould get your head checked out, Christopher!”
Climbing the stairs, I listened to German follow behind me and grumble about women and their “selective memories”.
When I got to my room, I said, “I’ve got to change but I’m going to the gym in about an hour.Try not to hit on Gretchen when I’m gone!”
Flipping me the bird, German went into his room and closed the door as I went into mine.Stripping down to get changed, I slipped on my silk robe and perused my walk-in closet for gym clothes.Deciding on a pair of pastel green spandex pants and a matching bra top, I went over to my underwear drawer and pulled out a nude pair of panties so there’d be absolutely no chance of a wardrobe malfunction when I was doing squats.
About to close it, I remembered my cell phone was still stuffed at the bottom.Unearthing the beloved electronic, I flopped down onto my bed to check my messages.After all, German had said I couldn’t take it out of the house.Not that I couldn’t be on it when I was at home.You gotta’ love loopholes, right?
I scanned through the handful of texts I had and quickly sent off replies as I read each one.When I got to the last, I shot to my feet and actually screamed.
German burst through my bedroom door, which I never locked, gun in hand.“What’s wrong?”he demanded, his eyes searching my room for any signs of danger.
In total shock over his presence, and the rather terrifying weapon he’d drawn, it took me a second to speak.“Nothing,” I eked out, trying to keep the closure of my robe from exposing my large breasts which threatened to spill out of the skimpy material.
German’s face relaxed until he noticed what I was wearing.The robe was short.Only reaching an inch or two beyond my rear end, but I only wore it in my room when I was alone so it usually didn’t matter.
