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Rolling my eyes, I plopped back against the pillows and screamed into my pillow. That motherfucking dickhead was in my apartment again and stripped me fucking naked. I didn’t even have my panties on. Who the fuck does that? King! That’s who. Oh, I was going to his clubhouse today, and I was going to kick that peeping bastard in the balls. Who the fuck did he think he was?
Kicking my legs, the comforter and sheets flew across the bed as I jumped from my new blissful heaven and walked naked towards my bag where my clothes were, making a mental note to do laundry soon. Quickly donning a pair of dark mocha leather pants and my standard black-tee I always wore, I didn’t bother with my hair. Wadding it up on top of my head, I secured it with a clip. Reaching for a clean pair of socks, I sat on the bed, put them on, then slipped my feet into my black boots.
Standing, I huffed, looked over at Scribe, who was standing, mouth gaping as if in a trance. Snapping my fingers at him, I quipped. “Let’s go. I have a bone to pick with King.”
Scribe blinked a few times before he muttered. “Damn girl. For one minute, I thought about pinch hitting for the other team.”
“Too late for trades. Let’s go,” I snarked, reaching for my bag walking out the door.
I fumed the entire ride up the mountain to King’s pretend clubhouse. I still wasn’t admitting that his little biker wanna-be club wastheSons of Hell, even though every member I saw wore the patch. Though I loathed to admit it, I was wavering a smidge about it all. I mean like eighty-twenty, I was still right.
However, I was still one-hundred percent positive King was still an insane asshole. Who else would be stupid enough to do what he did? Not any sane man. Nope. Any normal man would have just left me as I was, maybe covered me with the comforter. But that would be it. None of that stripping me naked shit. That was for the crazies with a death wish which fit King to the hilt.
God, why did Dog send that damn letter? More importantly, what in the hell did he write? If it was about me, then I had a right to know. I didn’t like King thinking he could butt into my business. It was bad enough he took Ray, and I had no idea what he was going to do with him, but I knew once Ray started talking, the fucker wouldn’t shut up. The man didn’t know the meaning of silence. Which reminded me I needed to find out what the fuck-up blabbed.
For a day of nothing planned, my to-do-list was piling up fast.
Scribe pulled into the large compound and parked his Volkswagen hippie van close to the clubhouse, where King was standing on the porch, waiting. The brute looked pissed, but I was beginning to think that was his standard look. However, when I hopped out of Scribe’s van, I didn’t let the pervert’s snarky angry face deter me as I stormed right up to him and shouted. “You stripped me naked!”
The lying sneaky asshat licked his lips. “Yes, I did.”
“You had no right. Who do you think you are?”
“Are you hard of hearing? I’m King. The President of the Sons of Hell.”
“Liar!” I angrily replied, poking my good finger in his broad, firm, muscular chest. God, I wondered if he was muscular all over, like in all the right places? Shaking off that thought, I narrowed my eyes and seethed. “You are a pervert with delusions of grandeur and need to be put down like the dog you are.”
“Oh, Cupcake, I love a good downward dog position.”
Pictures of me in that position howling in euphoria as he held my head to the mattress flickered to life in my head. My body instantly reacted, wanting, needing more.
What?
OH, HELL NO!
Motherfucker was messing with me.
He chuckled as I narrowed my eyes. Rat fink knew what he said aroused my land down under. And now he thought he had the upper hand. Fucking bastard.
He wants to play. Well, I can play too.
Stepping closer to him until our bodies damn near touched, I smiled sweetly as I raised my good hand, caressing his firm pecks. Licking my lips, I whispered as my hand trailed down to cup his crotch. “For such a big man, I thought you’d be… bigger.”
King growled.
“Don’t worry, little prince. It’s the crown that makes the man.”
Standing my ground, I waited for any smart remark, comeback, anything but when he turned on his heels and stormed back into the clubhouse, I bent over laughing.
Yep. Today was looking up.
Chapter Seven
King
Slamming my office door shut, I roared loudly, picking up my chair and throwing it across the room. Never, not once in my entire life, had I ever met a more infuriating, more challenging, devious, stubborn, intelligent, fucking sexy woman.
One minute I wanted to strangle her and the next I wanted to fuck her into submission. She was the total package. Everything I desired wrapped up in one painful, annoyingly perfect package. The woman was getting under my skin, and I was letting her.
