Page 147 of His Virgin Romance Series
CHAPTER3
Ryder
Her eyes were narrowedin my direction. Her body was tense with frustration and anxiety, and her mouth was turned down in obvious distress. I could sense anger and dislike emanating strongly from her, and every negative feeling I could sense was directed at me. It didn’t faze me in the slightest, although it was a new experience to be sitting across from a woman who clearly wasn’t interested.
“Let’s get going,” I said. “Bring the car out front.”
Devon left immediately, and I turned my gaze on Abby. Her eyes were a soft, calm blue that was siAbbyr in hue to Devon’s, but apart from that, they shared very little in common. Abby had long red hair that some would call auburn, and large pouty lips that reminded me of Angelina Jolie. She was tall and willowy and clearly unaware of how attractive she was.
“Come on,” I said, standing up.
Abby stood gingerly and dusted herself off. She went to her bedroom to get her bags, and then she followed me out of her apartment without a word. After she had locked the door, we went downstairs where the car was waiting. I got into the passenger seat, and Abby slipped into the back.
The drive to the clubhouse was a quiet one. I could sense that Abby wasn’t happy about having to come with us, and a part of me was annoyed by it. I could see her in my peripheral vision, and she kept wringing her hands together. Anyone else would think that we were the ones kidnapping her as opposed to protecting her.
We got to the clubhouse in twenty minutes, and after Devon parked, we walked towards the entrance. I didn’t bother helping Abby with her bags. I wasn’t in the mood to be gentlemanly in any case. Devon and Abby followed behind me, and I could hear snippets of their conversation.
“This is the clubhouse?” Abby was asking her brother.
“Yes.”
“It’s…larger than I expected.”
“What… you expected to find us in some sort of hovel?”
“A crack den no doubt,” I said, raising my voice.
“I assumed no such thing,” Abby replied. “I just…didn’t expect this, that’s all.”
The place was empty when we entered. I could hear sounds on the top floor, and I knew that a few boys would be upstairs.
“You want anything to eat?” Devon asked.
“I’m not hungry,” Abby replied.
“You’ll have to pitch in around here,” I said, turning to her. “We don’t run a charity here. You’ll have to earn your keep.”
“I have no problem with that,” Abby said as her blue eyes flashed at me.
She was wearing a white t-shirt with a low V neckline that revealed a hint of cleavage. I felt my eyes slip before I forced them up to her face again.
“I’ll add you to the roster,” I continued. “Everyone who spends the night here has chores they need to do.”
“Fair enough,” Abby nodded curtly.
“Housework should be something you’re familiar with,” I said.
I wasn’t exactly sure why I was baiting her. It wasn’t like I meant what I said or that I was sexist in any way. I just knew that would piss her off and I wanted to get a rise out of her.
“Excuse me?” Abby said, narrowing her eyes at me.
I turned one corner of my mouth up in a tilted smile. “I hope to God you’re actually good at it though.”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” she spat, and that only made me smile wider.
“Come on, Abby,” Devon said, stepping in between us. “I’ll show you to your room.”
“Don’t bother,” I said firmly. “I’ll show her where it is… after all, it’s right next to mine.”
