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“I’m saying, I’m thirty years old too. And I’ve never had a one-nighter. I’ve only had three relationships. One with a nice respectable guy who decided that I wasn’t the one for him. Another with another nice respectable guy but I decidedhewasn’t the one for me. And the last guy…,” she shrugged. “Turns out he wasn’t nice, or respectable. So, before I move on to the next boring respectable relationship. Maybe, I should have a drop your panties at the door, up against the wall, and wake the neighbors one-night stand.” She shrugged her shoulders. “You might have been a good choice. And if Rogue vouches for you….” She shrugged again. “But I guess we’ll never know. Since you retired.”
Was it hot in here? Did someone turn up the heat? Cause he was definitely sweating. She had to be setting him up. Trying to trick him into admitting that he was still a Lothario playboy. He wasn’t. At least not anymore. “All you want is a one-nighter?”
“That’s all.”
“You don’t want to try and see if we can make it work?”
“Let’s work out a great one-night stand first…”
“You don’t want a relationship?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you don’t with me.”
“I think we both know you’re not the relationship kind of guy.”
Stars, he saw them. If he were a cartoon character his head would be exploding and lasers shooting out of his eyes. The shit she was saying was so fucked up. She wanted a relationship. Just not with fucking him. He wasn’t good enough to meet her fucking standards. Just a damn fuck toy. When was the last time he’d been this fucking offended? Oh, that’s right, never. Fuck it. If that’s all she wanted. Fuck it and fuck her. He’d give her a damn one-night stand. His eyes glared. “Fine. Let’s go.”
She did that gulp, gape, thing again. What the fuck ever. She wanted a bad boy. And she was going to fucking get one.
Chapter 3
Belle stuck her head in his front door. Okay, now what? When he sat at her table at the club, she never thought she would end up here. Marley had squinted her eyes and glared at Rebel, when she told her. Like Belle didn’t know what she wanted to do. Back at the club, she’d been sure. But now she could barely step foot inside the door. There was no way to go forward or retreat from this fiasco. It didn’t help that he’d let her in with his nostrils flaring. Maybe they shouldn’t have taken separate cars. But Renegade was giving Marley a ride home. And if she’d ridden with him, she would have had to leave her car. It was bad enough to do the walk of shame from his home. No way was she going to do it from the club. She stepped inside. Steeling herself against his silent glare. What was wrong with him? She was giving him a night of free sex. He hadn’t even bought her drinks. He should be happy as hell. The silence grew between them.
“Change your mind already?”
Earlier tonight he’d been all, sugar honey sweetie. But now that she was in his home all those endearments were gone. She shouldn’t have missed them. She’d known they weren’t real, right? She steeled her spine. “I didn’t.”
“Then you know what to do, right?”
What the hell would make him think that? Hadn’t she told him back at the club that she had never done this before? “I don’t.” Damn it, it’s like she lost the power to construct full sentences. Her AP students would die laughing. She was the one who stressed the importance of speaking clearly and convey their feelings. What if they found out about this? What if anyone found out? She couldn’t do this. High school English teachers did not pick up bikers in a bar. Going to their home for a one-night stand. “I…”
His growl halted her retreat. “You said, panties dropping by the door, didn’t you?” He asked a question but gave a command. There was no mistaking it. Could she do it? This was a fantasy. This was her fantasy. This was the night she got the gorgeous guy of her dreams. Or she walked home in shame, embarrassed by her own cowardice. What the hell. Either way, she was going home embarrassed. She hadn’t planned on a one-night stand when she’d dressed for her night out. She wore her peasant tunic top with leggings. Not exactly dressed for debauchery. But she slid her hands under the top and took off the leggings anyway. He arched his brow and waited. Ah, hell. This would be so much sexier if she wore a lace thong instead of flower briefs from the local supercenter. But damn it who wanted to walk around in a thong and leggings? Hello, wedgies anyone? Quit stalling and do it. She slid her hand into the elastic waistband and stepped out of her panties. Kicking them under the black leggings before he could see. He stood inspecting her legs. Dammit, he still wasn’t saying anything. The tunic top was perfectly respectable. It covered her to mid-thigh. The track lighting from his kitchenette illuminated her like a red-carpet spotlight. He stood still, not saying a damn thing. “Should I take off anything else? How do we start this?” Okay, that was unsexy as hell. But dammit, if you didn’t ask, you wouldn’t know. At least that’s what she told the kids in school.
“First, you should ask me if I have any sexually transmitted diseases.”
Dammit, she hadn’t thought about that. But he didn’t have to snarl it at her. He knew she was a newbie. “Do you?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Okay. I don’t either.”
“You’re going to take my word for it?” He growled again. Why was he making this so damn difficult?
“Okay, do you have any proof?”
“No, I don’t. So, I guess you’ll have to take my word for it.”
Now he was playing games. And enough was enough. She started shaking her head, reaching down to snatch her panties off the floor. If she could walk out with the tunic top on, she would have. She needed to leave as fast as possible. “Okay, you changed your mind. No problem. I didn’t think you wanted to be with me anyway. You didn’t have to bring me up here to make fun of me. You knew I didn’t have experience at this. I was honest about that. I thought we could have a good time together.” She was huffing so hard she could barely catch her breath. Struggling to pull on the pants. Struggling to hold back tears. Struggling to calm down and not use his face as a punching bag.
“You thought I would sex you up. Be your little fuck toy. And then you’d slither out in the morning while I was sleeping.”
“Is that what’s got you so pissy? It’s what you said you wanted.”
“Never,” his dark eyes flared. Incinerating her. Making her feel like a zookeeper again, waiting for the lion to pounce. “I wantedyou. I wanted to take you out on a nice date maybe go for a ride on my bike.” His nostrils flared again at her ‘harrumph’. “You got a problem with my bike?”
“Come on do you honestly think I’d fit on it?”
