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“Slash,” I said. “He just walked into the women’s restroom.”
“Who are you talking to?” he asked.
“My friend and business partner,” I said.
He raised his brows. “You had to do that right now? During our date?”
“It’s not a—for the love of God,” I muttered.
Slash stalked toward me and gently grasped the phone and put it to his ear. “Hello, friend and business partner.” He paused, and I could clearly hear Jazz telling him her name. “Nice to meet you, Jazz. Brooklyn’s gonna have to call you back. Yes, I’ll be gentle with her in her delicate condition.”
A flash of a smile flitted across his face, and I couldn’t stop the groan.
“I look forward to meeting you, too.” He hung up and handed me back my cell.
“You’re not supposed to be in here,” I admonished.
He shrugged and then he stalked closer to me, pinning me against the sink.
The door to the bathroom opened and a woman walked in. Her gaze went from me to Slash, then back to me. “Get it, girl,” she said before leaving.
Slash’s crack of laughter echoed through the restroom.
“This isn’t funny.”
That only made him laugh harder.
When I tried to move around him, his hands shot out and settled on my hips. “Hey.”
I froze, feeling the heat of his touch even through my clothes.
“Come back to the table. Let’s order dinner, then we’ll say goodnight.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“Eating is pretty easy.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“It’s only hard if we make it hard.” He pinned me with a stare. “Were you having fun tonight? Before you got too in your head about how all this shit is gonna work?”
I shrugged and eventually nodded.
“Then focus on that. The rest will take care of itself.”
“But how can I—”
“I’m gonna tell you something right now. There are things in life you can control, and there are things in life you can’t. You want to waste your time worrying? You can, but for what? You need time to get to know me? Fine. I’m all about that because like it or not, you’re about to be the mother of my child.”
I bit my lip. “It’s just—”
“Yeah, I know. I’m the big bad biker. You’re the sweet little baker. By all accounts, I’m the one to be worried about.”
“Are you really bad?” I asked with a quirk of my lips.
His hands slid up my curves and then he cupped my cheeks. “What do you think?”
“Oh yeah. Bad. Trouble. And really good at it.”
