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Chapter Six

Grim made his way to the bathroom just as Betty was patting her face dry.

“Do you think that looks scary?” she asked, turning toward him.

Some of her eyeliner had smudged around her eyes.

“Nah, it looks kind of sexy.” Betty was sexy and the witch’s costume only served to enhance it.

She looked down at herself, and he held out the apple he’d taken from her. “Thanks. I think this is the first thing I’ve ever won.” She took a bite and held some out to him.

At first, he was going to decline, but then he grabbed the apple and purposefully took a bite right next to hers. She gave him one of those big beaming smiles, and then went back to taking another bite.

“I guess we better get back,” she said.

“Unless you want to stay here, hang out, and I’ll go and sneak us some food?” he said.

“You don’t want to go and party?”

He shook his head. “Not unless you do.”

“Nah, I’d be happy to stay here, hang out.” She gave a little wriggle. “Perhaps you could take me home?”

“You want to change?”

“If you don’t mind. It’s nice, and I really love it, but it is getting a little uncomfortable.”

He made his way toward his dresser and opened up the bottom drawer, pulling out a pair of sweatpants, followed by a shirt in the drawer above.

“Here you go,” he said, holding them out to her. “I’ll go and snag some food. You can take a shower if you’d like. Get comfortable.”

“You’re sure?”

“Hell, yeah, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” He wanted her to understand that when he called her beautiful, he meant every single word. There was no faking it with him, or pretending. He was real.

“Okay,” she said, with that cute smile of hers.

He winked at her and left his room, being sure to close the door as he did so. Making his way back down toward the party, he stopped past one of the women who’d been chasing him for some time. Her name was Misty or Missy. He’d not been interested in anything to do with her. The first time he saw her, she’d been enjoying a three-way with some of the other club members. She took one look at him and asked if he wanted to join. That was a no. There was also a time she said he didn’t have to use a condom with her. That was never going to happen.

“Hey, handsome, do you want some company?” Misty or Missy asked.

“No.”

She didn’t seem to like that he wouldn’t sleep with her. He figured he wasn’t the only one, seeing as Savage, Doc, and Razor never had. Mac did, a lot.

There was a glare in her eye, and he didn’t give a fuck. He didn’t like her, and that was one of the reasons he hadn’t memorized her name.

He walked toward the kitchen, made sure not to look at anyone, and just get the food.

Martha had already asked him to keep an eye on Betty and to make sure she had a good time, which is what he was going to do.

Once he had a couple of plates loaded with food, he made his way back to his room to find Betty sitting on the edge of his bed. Okay, in the witch’s costume, she looked sexy as fuck. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair damp and kind of falling to one side over her shoulder, wearing his clothes, she looked even sexier.

“Hey,” she said.

He closed the door and flicked the lock into place. He was not going to risk any of the guys or girls stumbling in while he was with her.

“Hey,” he said.