AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Yarder walked in behind him and took in the sea of green, pink, and black.
A slow smile spread across my lips. “Yeah, I do.”
Throttle about choked on his own tongue when he thought I was talking about him and sputtered when Yarder slapped him upside the back of his head.
I had been talking about Throttle, but I was going to let him think I had been checking out Yarder. Let him sit and sputter.
“What the hell did you guys all buy?” Yarder hollered.
Sloane halfway pulled out of Aero’s arms and waved her arm in the air. “Isn’t it great?” she called. “It was all Throttle’s idea.”
“Wait, what?” Throttle recovered.
“Don’t act all modest, Throttle,” I laughed. “You deserve all of the credit for this biker birthday party for Stretch. What time did you want the motorcycles to come in for the burnout contest?” I smiled wide and batted my eyes. “We can move the pool table to the side, and we should have plenty of room.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Yarder roared.
The camera crew panned over to him, and he couldn’t hide how pissed off he was. Now I understood why he was so eager for us to go to the store and have the cameras follow us. He wanted a break from them.
“Come take a look at the food,” Sloane called. “You won’t even care about the balloons once you have some of my charcuterie.”
Yarder glared at Throttle but turned toward the kitchen.
“You,” Throttle growled. He stalked towards me and stood toe to toe with me. “What the hell is your deal?”
I put my hands on my hips. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I was just making sure you got the credit you deserve.”
“I didn’t want you guys to do fucking pink. I was joking when I said it.”
I shrugged. “Well, I guess I don’t pick up on sarcasm very well. My bad.”
The camera crew moved closer to us even though they should have followed Yarder into the kitchen area.
“This isn’t over,” Throttle hissed through clenched teeth.
I scrunched up my nose and threw him a wink. “I hope not.” I turned on my heel and flounced over to the couch to help Faye and Olive with the rest of the balloons.
Throttle was always around, and the man drove me crazy.
If he wanted to act all macho and jerkish with me, fine.
I was there to get dirt on the Iron Fiends, and that was it.
Throttle may be hot and sexy and have smoldering green eyes, but I did not care. Nope. Not at all.
I glanced over my shoulder at him and was caught off guard by the way his eyes were following me.
His eyes weren’t filled with annoyance or hate.
No.
They were filled with lust, and he was looking right at me.
Oh boy.
*
Chapter Seven
