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Not without a fight.
The doors slid open on the seventh floor, and I motioned for the girls to go first.
We stopped in front of their door, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that I was right across the hallway.
“Can I talk to you for a second, Sloane?” I asked.
Dove looked at Sloane and folded her arms over her chest. “No.”
“Yes,” Sloane said at the same time.
Dove’s jaw dropped, and she threw her hands up. “Girl, we are going to need to talk because I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know you looked at me likeget me the hell out of here.” She swiped her card, and the door unlocked. “Just know, I will be on the other side of this door, watching you every second.” She pointed at her eyes and then pointed them at me. “I am watchingyou,” she hissed. She slipped into the room and shut the door behind her.
“I’m sorry,” Sloane whispered.
“I’m going to need you to step to the right, Sloane,” Dove called through the door. “I can’t see you.”
I chuckled and ran my fingers through my hair. “As annoying as your friend is, it’s good to know she’s got your back, even when she doesn’t have to.”
“I’m not annoying,” Dove shouted.
“Go lay down,” Sloane called. “Nothing is going to happen.”
“We’re talking as soon as Mr. Biker leaves,” Dove threatened.
Her footsteps stomped away from the door, and Sloane sighed.
“Aero.”
“Sloane,” we said in unison.
She looked like she was either going to cry or scream.
I hoped it was neither.
“I think I need to go to bed and wake up from this dream,” she whispered. She motioned between us. “You and I are not something that happens when I’m conscious. My dreams and books are the only places someone like you even glances at me, let alone shows any interest in me.”
“Babe, this is not a fucking book, you are not dreaming, and I don’t know who the hell is filling your head with any of the bullshit that I would never look at you, but I’m going to need you to stop talking to them.”
“Everyone?” she laughed. “Everyone knows I am way below you, Aero. I like to think that even though I love to have my head buried in a book, my feet are firmly planted in reality.”
I shook my head. “Nah, babe. The reality you think you are in is complete bullshit. Name one reason why I shouldn’t even look at you.”
She motioned to her body. “Pick a body part.” She circled her finger at her face. “And just look at this. Not the face a biker wants to see when he wakes up in the morning?”
“Why the hell do you keep calling me biker? I’m a fucking guy who likes what is in front of him. Me being part of an MC has fuck all to do with me wanting you.”
“You don’t want me,” she corrected me.
I growled low. “Don’t tell me what I do and don’t want, babe.”
“The waitress,” she blurted.
“What about the waitress?” I demanded.
“Sheis who you want.”
I furrowed my brow. “I can’t even tell you what the waitress looked like, let alone that she is my type.”
