And sadly, at the thought of the ‘equipment’ that biker boy had, a moan uncontrollably worked its way up my throat. I managed to turn it into more of ahmmsound before it came out. My eyes did a slow scan of his body and try as I might, I couldn’t help but linger at his crotch area. I was getting heated again.
“Are you sureBladewill even be able to find it, let alone be able to put something through it?” I asked with an arched brow.
By the way, what was up with these guys and their nicknames or whatever?
“Oh, peaches,” he said so smoothly and it only seemed to fuel the fire in me. “You know damn well I am not lacking.”
And for some reason, that was when I really felt the claws coming out. I hated my body’s reaction to the guy and I just knew he wasn’t done. Just who did he think he was? What he did, he had no right. I was heated for a whole different reason now. I was mad.
I clenched my fists behind my crossed arms as he kept going.
“I’m not like yourboy.” There was a mocking hint to his tone. “I don’t need to put a huge ring on someone’s finger to keep them satisfied. But in case you need toseethe proof…”
No, he wasn’t about to…
Surely, he wouldn’t.
But then he did.
He reached for his belt and actually started to undo the thing.
I was speechless.
It didn’t slip by me that he saidseelike I didn’t remember that day. Like I didn’t feel how hard I made him and how big it felt pressing up against me.
“What are you doing here?” Cami asked in almost a screeched yell.
It was enough to catch everyone off guard and break whatever was going on between me and biker boy.
I ignored her and started rambling about the colors of the place. I needed a distraction and that happened to be the walls on the opposite side of the shop because they were what drew my eyes. I went on trying my hardest to ignore the biker that I could feel was staring a hole through me.
“Laurel,” Cami said trying to get me focused.
“Hey, Brand,” I said as I looked over to him for the first time.
I couldn’t believe that I had completely ignored him. I must have seemed like the biggest snob right then. I hated it, but in a way, that was who I was, right?
Or who I had been raised to be. But was I that girl anymore? Could I really try to keep up with the world that had been woven around me anymore? The thoughts were silly yet so heavy for me. Which made me feel more like a spoiled princess. I bet biker boy would have just loved to hear that admission right now.
I rolled my eyes at myself in my head.
“Hey, Laurel. What brings you to this part of town?” Brand asked pleasantly.
There was a back and forth when I said I had come to have lunch with my little sister. She almost seemed mad that I had come here. She made me feel bad for expecting that she could leave when I wanted her to. I hadn’t meant it to sound like that but I could see where it came off that way. The truth was, I was not all that aware of how it looked. I lived in a world where I didn’t have to think about things like work and how it all, well, worked.
Thankfully, Brand told her to go. He was sweet and I really liked him. He was good for her. She left but seemed a little unhappy about it.
Maybe I had been wrong about coming here. She seemed a little annoyed that I had shown up and maybe even didn’t want to talk to me.
“Later, princess,” biker boy called out like he just had to have the last word. “Hope you didn’t get your Louboutin’s dirty while slumming it for a whole minute.”
There went my blood pressure again. I turned my head to say something only there wasn’t anything I could say. So I shot him a look that let him know how much I hated him right then.
And I did.
I hated him.
In the kind of way that I wanted to rip his clothes off.
