CHAPTER ELEVEN
Iron
After I checked myself in the mirror one last time, I snatched up my keys and walked out of my apartment.
I was still unsure of everything.
I’d never gone this far for a woman before and I wasn’t really sure why I was doing it now.
Maybe that wasn’t entirely true.
I didn’t even think I was really aware of what was going on when I had stood in the bathroom ready to turn on the water for the shower.
This was important to Petra, so I wanted to show her that it was important to me, too. And yeah, she hadn’t come out and said that it was important to her, but that was the thing with Petra, she didn’t say that sort of shit out loud.
Her request had come in the form of a text a few days ago.
I am attending a wedding. I need a plus one.
Petra didn’tneedanything. Not like that, anyway. So instead of calling her and telling her that it was better to ask me than demand, I told her I could make myself free for it. But I wasn’t stupid, I knew this was a big step for her. I also knew Petra wasn’t the wedding type, so this must have been someone really important to her. I told myself that I wouldn’t let her down.
She later said that I could wear whatever I wanted. I was sure she expected me to show up in a tee and jeans. I thought about it. I did. It was what I was comfortable in, after all. And since Petra was Petra, I knew she truly meant that it didn’t matter to her what I wore. She didn’t play games and she was the type of woman that said ‘fuck it’ in her head if someone didn’t approve.
I resisted the urge to rub my face as I jogged down the stairs. I knew there was no way I was getting out unseen, so I gave a mental shrug as I hit the last step.
“Holy Shit!” Sketch called out causing the ten or so brothers around to turn my way. “Fancy as fuck, Prez!”
I chuckled and shook my head at him.
“Wow,” Bridget chimed in. “Who knew you had a mouth under all that face-fuzz.”
My head fell back as I barked out a laugh. She was smiling, so I knew she was just messing with me.
“Look okay, darlin’?” I asked her.
“I don’t think we can call you grandpa anymore.” She gave me a cheesy wink.
I laughed again.
“Well, okay then.” I turned to Lake and Brand. “I’m out for the night. Need anything, call Mase.”
“You got it, Prez,” Brand said and his face still held a look of shock.
Without another word, I walked out the back to my bike.
I rode through town and when I reached Petra’s building, I pulled around back and parked in the garage beside her car. I figured she’d want to take her wheels and she’d want to drive them too. I wasn’t going to argue with her. Sometimes it was best to save the fight for a bigger battle.
I let myself in and used the fingerprint scanner to open the doors to her penthouse.
Her heels came clicking from my left the moment I stepped out of the elevator.
My jaw nearly fell open when she came into view. On any day, Petra was immaculately stunning. But today she’d gone above and beyond.
Her hair was pulled back off to one side of her neck and curled in big curls. Her makeup was perfect as usual, her bright red lips drawing my attention right away. I trampled down the urge to pull her in and kiss those plump lips. Dangling diamonds hung from her ears and matched the necklace that hung between her very visible cleavage.
Her dress was silver and went down to the floor. It fit her like a glove and the slit ran nearly all the way up to her hip. And the split between her breasts was just on the slutty side of classy. There was really no other way to describe it.
My eyes moved back to her face to see her blinking at me.
