“Go on. Try it on. I have to see,” she tells me as she shoves me off the bed into the bathroom.
I change into the outfit quickly. I’m just as pleased as I was when I first tried it on. The skirt makes my waist look tiny and shows off my ass. The halter top makes me look like I have more boobs than I actually do. My full sleeve tattoos are on full display. The only thing I’m missing are the black stockings and shoes I plan to put with it.
I walk out of the bathroom like I’m strutting on the catwalk. “Well,” I say making a full turn, “what do you think?”
“Holy shit you look amazing,” she gushes about the time Dane walks into the room.
His eyes rake me up and down getting tighter as he does. “What the fuck is that getup?” he growls loudly.
“They’re called clothes,” I tell him sarcastically. He runs a hand over his blond mohawk. “You are not wearing that in public, are you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I narrow my eyes at him letting him know that if he’s looking for a fight, I’m ready for one.
“Because,” is all he can come up with as he storms out the room.
I follow him wanting to get this over with. “Because why?” I yell.
“Wow, Tori, you look hot as fuck,” Ryder says when I walk into the room.
“Because of that right there,” Dane yells.
“Are you serious right now Dane? You don’t want me to wear this because I’m hot. Newsflash brother, I am hot. I always have been. It’s not something I can hide, and I don’t want to hide it.”
“God, you two are going to give me a heart attack,” he grumbles as he rakes his hand through his mohawk again. He’s actually looking for the rest of his hair. He lost a bet with Maddox and Ryder and the result was the mohawk.
I turn out of the room to change back. Then leave his apartment in a huff. Before I make it to the corner, he’s calling out to me. “I’m not fighting with you, Dane. I have been dressing myself for a long time. Don’t need big brother trying to help me.”
“I’m sorry,” he says looking at the ground. “I’m just afraid you’re going to attract some douche and get hurt.”
“I’m not that kind of girl, Dane. You know that. Let me handle my heart. You handle yours.”
He pulls me into a hug and after a couple of hesitant seconds, I relent and hug him back. “Thanks for caring though.”
“I’ve always cared, Tori. Even before we found each other. I’ve always cared.”
Zane
I am perfectly well aware that this is probably the most inappropriate time to take a girl out. I’m not at work because the coach gave Jax and I time off to take care of Zoey. In fact, there is a game tonight in Wisconsin. It won’t look good if I get photographed out with a girl in New York. Zoey will probably be a little upset with me. Jax has already called me an asshole.
Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for everyone else, I really don’t give a shit. That girl is hot as fuck. I have gone to that bar the last two nights just to catch a glimpse of her. I won’t say I’ve never chased a girl like this before. I see what I want, and I go after it. But I have honestly never seen a girl that looks like her before. And the few minutes she was in Zoey’s room yesterday, I know she is someone I want to know better.
The girl barely knows Zoey, but she wanted to check on her in the hospital. That means more than she’ll ever know. Zoey and Jax are the two most important people in my life. If you go out of your way to make sure they’re okay, then you make the best kind of impression on me.
Maddox has told me a little about her too. She works as a tattoo artist in her brother’s shop. That’s hot too even if I think tattoos are for masochists which I most definitely am not.
I Googled the address she sent me. Then called and made a reservation for a private table with a special request to allow us in through a private entrance and exit. I may not give a shit what anyone likes, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.
I walk through the spacious hotel suite to Jax’s room to borrow his jacket since I forgot to pack one. He has barely left the hospital and has been living in his hoodie since we got here. He won’t miss it tonight. I check myself in the mirror. I look properly put together in jeans, a team t-shirt which may or may not be smart to wear in New York, my boots, and the jacket. I run my fingers through my hair once more then head out the door.
I arrive at the restaurant ten minutes early. At ten minutes after seven, I see Tori climbing out of her car. It takes every fucking ounce of self-control I have to keep my jaw off the ground. If the first night I saw her she was bohemian chic, then tonight she is pinup sexy. And that fucking ponytail pulled tight to the top of her head hangs to her waist looking like the perfect thing to wrap my fist around while I fuck her.
I give her a big smile as we meet at the door. “Darlin’ you are about the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”
“How many times have you used that line before?” she asks with a chuckle.
I laugh myself because I’ve used it plenty, and I always mean it. But damn this girl. “Probably more times than allowed, but it usually works.” I give her my most mischievous grin. “Is it working now?”
She brings her plump bottom lip that she has painted red between her teeth. It’s so fucking sexy. I don’t know how this girl hasn’t become some kind of model or movie star or something. “TBD,” she answers.
