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Maybe I don't like him that much, I decide.
"Yes, I am."
"No, you aren't." He wipes sweat from his brow, scowling at me. "Risk isn't here."
"He isn't here?" I gape at him. "What do you mean, he isn't here? He's always here." When he goes out on club business, he always lets me know in case there's an emergency. I think he worries something might happen while he's gone. Like I said, he's overprotective.
"He had a…situation," he mutters. "He's in Silver Spoon Falls."
"But that's hours from here." He was supposed to be back from Silver Spoon Falls a week ago!
"Yep. So I suggest you get your pretty ass back in your car and go home, Jessie."
"You know my name." It's a ridiculous statement. Obviously, he knows my name. He just said it, didn't he? He probably knows all sorts of embarrassing things about me if he's been talking to Risk enough to know who I am. But for some reason, my heart skips a beat when he says it. Or maybe because he called me pretty. I don't know. I like it though. Way too much.
"Yep," he growls.
"I don't know yours."
"Devil."
I laugh abruptly. I wasn't far off earlier. He is Hades, only a whole different version. Somehow, Devil suits him better. Maybe because he may be the grumpiest biker I've ever met. And that's saying something since Risk has been bossing me around my whole life.
"Something funny, baby?" he asks, one dark brow arched.
"Nope," I lie. "Nothing at all." And then I laugh again. If he thinks calling me baby in that sexy growl is going to make me do what he wants, he obviously hasn't spent nearly enough time talking to Risk about me. I talk back and I rarely do what I'm told. I've been that way my whole life. It's part of why Risk always worries about me. He thinks I'm too independent, too sassy. I speak before I think. I get myself into trouble. In other words, I'm too much like him.
Devil watches me for a minute and then mutters something beneath his breath that sounds like beautiful little complication. I'm not sure what that means, and I don't ask. I have a feeling his answer will only piss me off if I do.
"Thanks for the info," I say, side-stepping to go around him.
He grabs my arm before I can bypass him, his fingers locking gently but firmly around my bicep. As soon as they do, an electric shock ignites against my skin. I jump in surprise. He curses, letting me know he felt it too. He doesn't let me go, though.
"Where do you think you're going?" he growls.
"Uh, to Risk's room?"
"No."
"No? I blink up at him.
"Go back to campus, Jessie," he says. It's not a request.
"I'm not driving all the way back to campus tonight, Devil." I throw my hands up, exasperated. Not even that shakes his grip on me. What is he, the freaking Hulk? "I'm sleeping in Risk's room since he isn't here. In the morning, I'll drive back to campus."
"Son of a bitch," he curses, glancing from me to the clubhouse and then back to me.
"I'm not leaving," I say for good measure. Just in case he thinks he can bully me out of here. He can't. At this point, I may stay all weekend just to spite him. And maybe to look at him. Not that I'm telling him either of those things.
He heaves a sigh heavy enough to rattle the heavens. "Fine. Go get your shit."
"Don't call it shit."
"Baby." He cracks an actual smile this time. And wow. He was hot before but with that wicked smirk on his face, he's something else entirely. He crowds close, getting all up in my personal space. He's so close I can smell the sweat on his skin, see each individual pore on his handsome face. My heart skitters into overdrive, pounding against my chest like it's trying to beat its way free of my skin. "Go get your shit out of your car or you'll be explaining to your brother why you're naked in my bed come morning."
I gulp audibly.
And then I go and get my stuff.
