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"I don't want to spend time with you," she nearly growls.
I laugh. I can't help it! If glares could kill, I'd be dead on the floor right now, "don't lie to yourself, vixen," I say as I move into her personal space. I glide my hand up her arm to her neck and move in, grabbing a quick kiss. I move away and pause, she didn't kiss me back the first time, so I touch my lips to hers again and dare her tongue to meet mine. She hesitates for a few seconds more but begins kissing me back.
When I finally pull away, her cheeks are flushed.
"I'll go, but you need to stop calling me vixen. I'm also not changing my clothes or sleeping with you," Willow huffs, grabbing the envelope and stomping to the back of the house.
"We'll see about that," I say softly, knowing she can’t hear me.
She comes back with a purse strapped across her body, wearing tennis shoes. I want to whistle; this woman is so fucking sexy, maybe even more now than that night at the bar. There is just something about this girl. Maybe it's her doe eyes and angelic face with that luscious chestnut hair. If I'm honest, I wanted her in high school, but she was with that douche Holt.
If she'd been a different type of girl, I would have chased that tail anyway. She would have been all scandalized over the invite. When she left town, I didn't spend much time dwelling on it; I was busy with more club responsibility, and it's not like sweetbutts were ever in short supply.
When Zoe started hanging out at the club, I wanted to ask many times where the fuck her sister was, but I never did.
Willow is staring at me like I'm supposed to say something, but I quirk my brow and motion to the door.
"Where's the kid?" I ask.
"My sister took him to a friend's house," she says.
"What kind of friend?"
"The kind where they study. You do know Zoe's in college, right?" Willow stops and turns to me; we're standing in the door frame again.
"No, should I have?"
I ask.
Willow rolls her green eyes at me and continues walking.
"Do you have a car, Ares?" Willow asks as she stares at my bike.
"Why?" I don't get the question.
"Just wondering why, you think I want to ride on your motorcycle?" she asks, gesturing with her hand as if my bike has some sort of contagion clinging to it.
"Why wouldn't you want to be on my bike?" I ask, stunned.
"Never mind," she concedes, grabbing the helmet I have for her.
When I get on and start my bike, she glides in behind me, at first, not touching me.
"I won't bite unless you want me to, vixen," I say, raising my voice, turning toward her, and speaking over the loud pipes.
"Whatever!" I hear her reply as she grabs onto my waist, leaning into my back with her delicious softness.
I take her to my house. It's a ranch with a detached two-car garage out back where I work on cars and bikes when I can. I don't often cook, but I can make a few things. I have some spaghetti sauce that my grandmother taught me to make simmering in the crockpot. Willow must be surprised because she walks in the side door by the kitchen with me, and I can hear her slight intake of breath.
"Wow, that smells good," she says.
"I bet there's a lot of things we could learn about each other," I say, closing the door behind us.
"Well, I suppose that's true," Willow pursed her lips and scans the space. I keep my shit neat, but I hold in my laugh when I notice she doesn't seem to have a snarky comment to make.
Score one for the home team!
"Why don't you grab something to drink for us while I get the noodles together. Oh, and there's a salad in the fridge," I gesture toward the cabinet with the glasses.
Neither of us talks as we set to work; I almost laugh. I've shocked Willow into I never thought that would happen. No doubt this is going to be a fun night.
