The waitress swipes his card, and I sigh as he signs his name. He turns to look at me and my mouth speaks before I realize what I’m doing. “Would you carry this? I need to use the bathroom.”
“For fuck’s sake, Tate, can’t you hold it?” He sighs and even the waitress looks at me, confused for a moment. He usually doesn’t make a scene like this is public. He’s annoyed about something. Who knows what it is, though.
“Everything I’ve read says not to hold—” my quiet voice is quickly cut off.
“Jesus Christ, fine.” He rolls his eyes, snatching the box out of my hands, and storms out of the front door to the car.
“Sorry.” I whisper to the waitress as I move back towards the back of the building.
My hands shake as I grow closer. The back of my head urges me not to do this. That he’ll find out somehow, but if Darren saw Zane pull into the parking lot earlier, he wouldn’t have let me come back here alone.
I know I can hear him now. The bass of his voice causing a knot to grow in my stomach… and lower. Just his voice is enough to affect me like this.
The door to the kitchen is open as I walk past it, and I see the group of men, all wearing their kuttes, standing in a small circle talking.
I slow down as he laughs at whatever his brothers were saying, and it sounds like music to my ears. Zane is bracing himself on a table as the smile on his face brings one to my own. But I’m sure that unlike his, mine reaches my eyes.
Almost as if he can feel me staring at him, he turns his head to the side until his eyes fall down on me. His mouth falls first before the smile spreads wider this time, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he does.
It’s a second that feels like an hour before I keep walking towards the bathroom, pushing the door open, and closing it behind me, and just staring at my reflection in the mirror.
It’s only moments before the door pushes open again and Zane steps inside, behind me. His eyes locking with mine through the mirror. I watch him as his hand tracks behind his back and he flips the lock.
“I assumed you wanted me to follow you in?”
I nod my head, keeping my eyes on him.
“And why did you want me to come in after you?” The right side of his mouth ticks upwards.
I drop my eyes and look away.
“Tatum.” He says and I can hear his boots thudding on the ground as he grows closer to me. “Tatum.” His voice falls slightly, as I can feel the heat from his body on mine, but I still can’t answer him. “Tatum.” His voice is a whisper as he leans into my ear, his hands gently resting themselves on my hips, before he forces me around, tilting my chin up to look at him.
“I…” I trail, not really knowing what to say. “I, honestly, don’t know.”
His smirk falls from his face as he places his hands on either side of me on the sink, leaning in to me again, “it took everything in me not to go over there to you.”
I feel the gasp coming out, not meaning to.
“Don’t worry, I told you, I’ll do whatever it is you want me to.” He’s so close to me, I can feel him as he shifts and it causes me to worry my lip. “You nervous that he’s going to come in here and find us together?”
“Yes.” I can’t help but laugh out as he asks it, breaking the slight tension that is building between us.
“You don’t have to.”
“Oh yeah, and why not?”
“I had Jag take my bike when I saw you over there.” He smirks at me again. “I’m glad I saw you. I was getting ready to leave, have to run some errands, then be at the shop later.”
“Busy man.” I don’t know what about Zane, where without even trying, it seems like I’m flirting with him.
“You don’t even know the half of it.” He stares down at me, intently.
“I shouldn’t be here.” I whisper to him as I try to pull away from him, even though I have nowhere to go.
“But you are.” He moves his arms around my body, forcing me closer into him.
“Stop.” I plead with him. “He’s going to be able to smell you on me.”
