Page 26 of Dangerous Attraction

I nod. Twisting my lips, I glance down at the table where I'm nervously drawing random shapes with my fingers on the smooth surface.

"That's good," she says. "Where?"

Looking at her, I sit back in my seat, then quietly give her an answer.

"At the Steel Devils clubhouse."

She chokes on the milkshake she was guzzling. I cringe while she pats her chest and tries to get herself under control.

"You're working at the motorcycle club?" she shouts, eyes wide.

"Shh!" I hiss, quickly glancing around the diner. Leaning forward, I hunch over the table. "There's no need to make a scene."

"Are you insane?"

Cocking a brow, I shrug, which causes her to narrow her eyes.

Okay, so she's not in the mood for jokes. Noted.

"Why the hell would you start working there, Trix?"

Frowning, I sigh, and shake my head.

"I needed a job, and after dropping out of college, I knew it wouldn't be easy to find one. Liam said they'd be able to help, and they were."

"How the hell would Liam be able to get you a job there?"

Shit.

"He has a connection, I guess. Look, that's something you'll have to talk to him about. Anyway, I know on paper this looks bad and potentially dangerous, but it's nice there, and although it's only been a day, I've got a good feeling about this. I genuinely don't think they're as bad as they're made out to be, and even if they were, I could handle it, Em. It's not like my life has always been rainbows and butterflies, anyway."

She rolls her eyes and sighs, slumping back in her seat.

"I'll take your word for it, but if you find yourself in trouble, you promise to tell me?"

I nod.

"Promise."

Mabel walks over with our food, placing it down in front of us. Emery thanks her, then picks up a few fries and dips them into the ketchup on the side of her plate.

My stomach churns with guilt as I think about what I just promised. I slowly nibble on my food, my appetite lost and forgotten about now.

Emery and I usually tell each other everything, and I hate I'm keeping things from her, but I'm doing it for my own sake.

I can't always rely on her to help me with my problems.

I need to be able to stand on my own two feet. Even if it means I have to hold off on telling her about something for a little while. No matter how guilty I may feel, that's what I have to do.

"So, tell me about college," I say, swiping my milkshake from the table and pushing my plate of food to the side.

Chapter Nine

Reeve

I walk back into the empty clubhouse, moving toward the stairs with my phone in hand, searching for Ghost.

When I reach the communal living room, and only see Mouse tucked away in the corner, sitting on the round love seat he's practically claimed as his, I sigh.