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Rage didn’t look like he had any intention of leaving. Priest sighed. He briefed Rage about Sadie’s predicament. Priest was careful not to divulge unnecessary details but he provided just enough information to assure his VP that he had the situation under control.
“You expect this fiancé of hers would be a problem?” Rage inquired. “His father’s the mayor after all.”
“Like I said, her problem is my problem,” Priest replied firmly.
“Then there’s nothing more I need to know,” Rage said, finishing his drink and rising from his seat. “Me, I’m heading back to my wife, but Priest? When you need us, don’t hesitate to ask. The club’s always here for you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Priest said.
However, he had no intention of involving the club further in this particular matter. This mess belonged solely to him, and he was determined to see it through to the end.
Priest finished the last of his drink. Deciding to call it a night, he made his way back to his quarters. Gil looked half-awake when he arrived.
“Everything’s fine. She didn’t need anything,” Gil reported.
“All right, you may go,” he said.
As Priest stood alone in front of his door, he hesitated. With a moment of politeness, he knocked lightly. Then, he chuckled at the absurdity of it all. Why act all polite and gentlemanly when it was Sadie crashing in his room? Normally, Priest never second-guessed himself when it came to women. Then again, none of the women he’d been with were Sadie.
Shrugging off any lingering formality, Priest let himself into the room without waiting for a response. He noticed that Sadie had left the lamp on. Maybe she was afraid to sleep in the dark.
Priest inhaled the familiar scent of leather and the subtle fragrance of Sadie’s shampoo, his shampoo. That thought bought a smile to his face.
Deciding that he needed a shower to rid himself of the lingering scent of beer, Priest glanced at Sadie, sound asleep on his bed. He walked to the small bathroom, pulling off his leather cut, and let it hang on the back of the door. Priest usually slept in the nude, but tonight he opted for a pair of boxers. As the warm water cascaded down his body, he couldn’t help but think about the unexpected turn the night had taken.
Exiting the bathroom, Priest found himself faced with a dilemma. Where would he sleep? The armchair seemed uncomfortable, and he knew he’d wake up with a backache if he chose that option. The floor, though not ideal, seemed the more practical choice. As he brought down the comforter from his closet, he noticed Sadie stirring on the bed, her eyelids fluttering open.
“Hey, what are you doing all the way over there?” Sadie murmured. Her eyes, still heavy with sleep, fixed on Priest as he laid the comforter on the floor.
Priest approached the bed, a soft smile on his face. He leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on Sadie’s cheek. “Not tonight,” he told her.
“Some other night then?” she asked, her voice laced with hope.
The vulnerability in her eyes tugged at something deep within Priest—a surge of possessiveness and desire. He couldn’t deny the connection that had always existed between them, and now he finally had the chance to act on those feelings.
“Some other night,” he agreed.
“Give me another kiss, this time on the mouth,” she said.
“Brat,” he said. Cupping her cheek gently, he slanted his mouth over hers. God, she tasted as sweet as he imagined. He pulled away after, for both their sakes.
“Bastard,” she muttered, clearly wanting more.
Priest only chuckled, before laying on his comforter. Soon enough, Sadie’s soft snores filled the room. Priest doubted he’d get any sleep tonight.
Chapter Five
Sadie furiously wiped down a dirty table in the corner of the MC clubhouse. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of leather, gasoline, and the faint trace of cigarette smoke. Sadie still hadn’t gotten used to the smell but she told herself she eventually would.
“Hey, Sadie, missed a spot!” one of the club whores, Katie, who was always around, pointed out.
Laughter erupted among the women as Sadie paused. Sadie clenched her teeth. Frustration rose to the surface, but she ignored the teasing. Sadie figured she could repay Priest by helping around the clubhouse. That was all. Besides, she had more pressing matters on her mind than paying attention to bullies.
It had been a week since Priest offered her his protection. He had been nothing but patient. Priest had refrained from making any advances toward her, much to Sadie’s secret disappointment. She suspected he was giving her the time and space needed to heal, which she appreciated, but she wished he’d see she wasn’t fragile anymore.
By some miracle, Mason hadn’t managed to locate her. Emery held down the fort, and had already deflected questions from a couple of men working for Mason’s powerful father. Sadie knew they wouldn’t be able to shake Emery down. Emery was loyal to the bone, the only family member she could rely on.
“Hey, Sadie, I hear the women’s toilet is clogged again,” Katie called out.
