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I strip down and slide into the tub of warm, fizzy water. My body thanks me. The muscles that have felt tense and achy soften up due to the Epsom salt. I breathe another soft sigh that has me closing my eyes and feeling like I’m floating in paradise.
For a moment, I pretend I am—I’m far away from the hell that’s the Steel Kings’s lair.
Pop is still alive. So is Mom. We’re still a happy, tight knit family.
Then my eyes open, and I remember it’s all a false reality.
The real reality is that I’m under the roof of one of the most dangerous motorcycle clubs in the country—I’m living with the acting president of the Steel Kings who happens to hate my guts. It’s in his stare, in his words and demeanor around me.
The very aura he gives off in my presence, dripping of intense dislike.
If he could get rid of me on the spot, he would. He just might…
I banish Mason Cutler from my thoughts for the remainder of my bath. My skin’s pruned by the time I convince myself to get up and head to bed. I towel off realizing I’ve forgotten the bottom half of my pajamas.
Of course. Ugh.
I’m so exhausted, I wasn’t paying attention. I was more focused on grabbing my Epsom salt.
The time’s almost four in the morning. Only Mason and Velma are here. Both of whom turned in earlier than I have (as far as I know).
The den’s only across the living room and down the hall. It’s dark with only the hall light on. I can sneak by unnoticed in my t-shirt and panties.
With my things in hand, I fling open the bathroom door and rush out. I make it all the way across the living room. The hall comes into view. I’m home free.
Then Mason appears from one of the doors down the hall.
There’s no hiding it, even with the dim light that allows for shadows. I freeze at the exact moment he spots me. I’m forced to watch in real time as he stops, then his gaze dips—it slides lower and lower down my body ’til it reaches the apex of my thighs.
My skin warms up and my hands hurry to yank down the hem of my t-shirt. It does nothing; the t-shirt’s too short to cover more than my stomach and start of my hips. My patch of baby blue panties peeks out in full view for him.
“Do you mind?” I growl, crossing my legs and holding my toiletry bag in front of my sex.
He takes another second. It’s like he’s stuck at the moment. For once he’s caught by surprise and seems unable to think on his feet. His expression hardens and his dark green eyes finally flick back up to my face.
“Do you think you’re at home?”
“What? I don’t know what you’re—”
“Do you think you’re at home? Answer me,” he says, starting toward me. His stride’s heavy, his posture aggressive.
Anyone would feel threatened. They’d feel intimidated this deadly, tattooed biker is headed toward them… or potentially turned on by how good he looks in his leather and denim, his intense eyes on me and only on me.
His energy over takes me, a dominant force that rules whatever it touches.
Including me.
As if made of steel himself, Mason’s all hard eyes and muscle. A man that exudes masculinity and a bad boy edge, wrapped up in tattooed skin and dark denim. I don’t think I’ve ever been so thrown off by a man before, so instantly lost in his sexy alpha presence that I can barely function.
My insides twist into knots, though I don’t show it. As always, I force myself to stand my ground as Mason confronts me.
“Put some fucking clothes on,” he growls, passing me up. “Around here, it’s all or nothing. Either be fully dressed, or I’ll make you walk around here butt-ass naked.”
He leaves no room for arguments. He’s gone in the next second, the clack of his boots dying out.
I roll my eyes and then make my own noise—I stomp the rest of the way to the den. I’d slam the door if I wasn’t sure Velma’s asleep upstairs.
How the hell does Mason Cutler manage to make my skin heat up from what feels strangely like sexual tension while also making me shake with rage?
