She studies me for a moment longer, then nods. “Okay. If you say so.”
She turns to leave, and I almost reach out to stop her. Almost.
At the door, she looks back over her shoulder. “I’m working the bar tonight. If you want a drink, come find me.”
And then she’s gone, leaving nothing but the scent of watermelon and the echo of her voice in the room.
I sink down onto the edge of the bed, running a hand over my face.
What the fuck just happened?
I’ve been with plenty of women in my time. Beautiful women. Experienced women. Women who knew exactly what they wanted and how to get it.
But none of them have ever hit me like this pink-haired pixie just did.
It’s like being struck by lightning. Or taking a bullet.
Instant. Violent. Life-altering.
I lie back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling fan rotating above me.
I’m in Jacksonville for three days.
I’m here to support Klutch with Demi, and then I’m getting my ass back on the road.
I need to keep my head on straight and my hands off the pretty little pixie with the pink hair and sad eyes.
“Fuck.” I blow out a heavy breath.
This is bad. This isreallybad.
Because when I want something—I take it.
And I want Pinky more than I’ve wanted anything in a very, very long time.
Fuck.
CHAPTER TWO
“Damn.”I pull in a breath and lean back against the sexy biker’s door.
My heart is hammering away in my chest like I just ran a mile, and my skin feels all tingly. I fan my face with my hand.
What the hell was that?
I’ve been around plenty of hot bikers. I mean,hello, I’ve been living in this clubhouse for six months.
But that guy… HOLY SHIT!
There’s something magnetic about the way that man looked at me, like he could see straight through all my bullshit.
Aaron—Rambler—whatever his name is.
His stormy gray eyes made my stomach do this weird flipity thing. And the way he took his time admiring my body from head to toe?Like he was memorizing every inch of me?
Goddamn.
I fan my face again. Did someone turn the heat on in here?
