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What on earth just happened?
It might be all of the romance books I read, but I was pretty sure a hot, sexy biker just hit on me, and I made a complete fool of myself.
I slid down the door and tipped my head back.
My eyes focused on the tiny dots on the ceiling, and I blew out a defeated sigh.
It was like I was at the beginning of a romance novel, and I had no idea what would happen next.
Oh, boy.
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Chapter Four
Aero
“I’m going to head back to the room, guys.”
“No,” Dice and Smoke booed.
“It’s not even ten o’clock, brother,” Cue Ball added. “The night has barely fucking started.”
“And I just ordered a fuck ton of food for the table,” Fade called. “You can’t fucking leave until you eat some of this shit.”
We were in the hotel restaurant and had pushed four tables together for us to sit together.
We were pretty rowdy, but for us all being together, we were actually pretty tame tonight. We had two waitresses waiting on us, and each time they got us anything, we tipped them. We may be bikers, but we weren’t assholes.
Throttle had escaped an hour ago when he said he was going to the bathroom but never returned.
Fucking smart.
That was what I should have done, but with my luck, the guys would have followed me back to my room and kept the party going.
“One more drink,” I bargained. I had been nursing my last drink to make it look like I was drinking as much as everyone else, but in reality, I was only on my second drink.
I had been up to a party before, but since my little run-in with Sloane in the elevator, I wanted to knock on every door on the seventh floor rather than drink with the club.
What the hell was that about?
I knew nothing about her other than her name, and she liked books by the fuck ton she had in her wagon. That was all, but yet I couldn’t get her sweet face, curvy body, and purple hair out of my head.
Yeah, purple fucking hair.
The chick was sweet as pie, but she had purple hair.
Talk about throwing me a curveball.
Chicks with funky-colored hair were pretty normal with my crowd, but with that funky hair came sassy mouths and attitudes twice their size.
Sloane didn’t have that. At least, not that I had seen in the five minutes I was with her. She might have a little sass, but she was way more innocent than I was used to.
“Two more drinks, and you ask those chicks at the bar if they want to sit with us,” Cue Ball bargained.
I leaned back and glimpsed the chicks he was talking about.
Book chicks.
