“None of your fuckin’ business,” Woods snaps at her.
The table goes quiet, other than the sounds of drinks sloshing and chairs scraping against the floor.Eventually, there’s only the two of us left at the table.
“Your room okay?”
“I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Still.You don’t know me.”
“I want to,” he says, all deep and gruff.His words paired with his rough voice send a tingle straight to my lower belly, warming me where they shouldn’t.
I don’t know how to respond to him, so I stick to a safe topic.“Your sister mentioned putting a window unit in my room.”
“Where’d they put you?”
“Third floor.”
“Fuck that.Follow me.”He shoves back from his chair, and I do the same.
Being alone with him is a bad idea, but when he grabs my hand, I don’t pull away.I welcome his touch and hate myself for craving it.
He takes me down the hallway, leading me to a back room that has a restricted sign on the door.“You can stay here.This is my private room, but I never sleep here.Has a bathroom and the walls are thick enough the noise from the bar shouldn’t disturb you.”
“Won’t your wife get pissed?”
“Let me worry about Faye.”
“Only if you’re sure I won’t be imposing more than I already am.”The prospect of not sharing that upstairs bathroom sounds like a dream come true.“I don’t want to cause any issues.”
“Butterfly, this is my club.I do what I want.”Hearing him call me his pet name for me has those fuzzy and warm sensations swelling deep in my belly like they did the first time I laid eyes on him.My heartbeat pounds in my ears.When he looks at me, I almost forget my own name.I almost forget that we’re married to other people.
“Right,” I mutter, and fight the urge to flutter my lashes and smile at him like some lovesick schoolgirl experiencing her first crush on a bad boy.
I’ve got to squash these fuzzy feelings when it comes to him.Woods is off limits despite the way I react to him.Being alone in this room with him is dangerous for my health.He’s standing too close.Smelling too good.Being too damn nice.
Making me wish I wasn’t married.That he wasn’t married.
“Make yourself at home.If you need to move some shit around to make space for your things, feel free.I don’t think I keep much here, anyway.”
I nod.Who am I to question him?I look around, noting the size of the room.This room was likely the primary bedroom when it was a regular house and not serving as a biker clubhouse.The décor definitely says a badass MC prez sleeps here.King sized bed with black and gray bedding.I bite my lip to keep from laughing at the mirror on the ceiling.And now I’m trying not to think about Woods being naked in this bed.An image of him looming over his gorgeous wife moves through my mind.I bet he fucks her as hard as he rides.Blush creeps along my cheeks as the vision.
“Low will take you shopping tomorrow.Get what you need.”
“I’ll pay you back soon as I can or work it off.”
He stares at me as though he’s imagining other creative ways I can pay him back.Heat flashes across the back of my neck and it has nothing to do with the hot temperature.
This has to stop.
I’ve got to get out of here and away from Woods as soon as possible.
Maybe I can flirt with one of the prospects and talk them into getting me a bus ticket out of here or a ride to the next town.I know it’s a silly fantasy.I know too much about them now.I’m smart enough to understand that these aren’t the kind of men you can easily walk away from.The problem is, I don’t want to walk away.
I like the way this man looks at me.
I know it’s wrong to want him.
