“Is this an intervention?” I ask him, sitting with perfect posture and my chin lifted.
A lip twitch. “I guess you could call it that.”
Smiles all around.
“And what is it regarding exactly?” I ask, putting my lawyer face on.
Dex manages to keep straight face. “Arrow would you like to begin?”
I turn to Arrow, my face daring him to say something.
“When you cleaned my room, it felt like an invasion of my privacy,” he says, causing the men to all laugh.
I gape. “I was doing you a favor!”
“You picked my lock and snuck into my room to do it!” Irish calls out.
I cringe. “Well when you put it like that.”
I look at Tracker, who is staring down at me like I’m the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. “I haven’t even made it to your room yet,” I say, wondering why he’s here.
He grins wolfishly. “I know; I’m here for a different reason, to ask why I’ve been singled out.”
“Discrimination!” Arrow yells out.
I rub my palm down my face. “Fine, I’ll tone down the cleaning, but you,” I say pointing at Dex, “can’t stop me from doing our room.”
More laughter at my choice of words.
He puts his hands up. “I didn’t complain, I just have these assholes on my back all the time.”
“And you,” I say, pointing to Tracker, “I’ll be visiting your room later today.”
Tracker gets a warning glance from Dex that I don’t miss. I roll my eyes.
“Am I done here?” I ask, standing up and feeling amused. These big bad bikers—if only other people could see the side of them that I get to see on a daily basis.
Pussycats, the lot of them.
“Whose idea was this by the way?” I ask them.
“It was a club decision,” Dex replies, smirking. He’s wearing a skin tight white t-shirt today that looks delicious on him, showcasing his powerful chest and broad shoulders. I lick my lips. His eyes follow the motion.
“You want something babe?” he asks, voice lowering.
I purposely lower my gaze to the crotch of his black jeans. “I think you know what I want.”
“Ew,” Arrow says, standing up to leave the room. “This is like watching my sister.”
Dex, who still has his eyes on me, stalks forward until he’s close enough that I can almost touch him. My breath hitches as his lips touch my ear and say, “Meet me in the room and be naked.”
“And if I don’t?” I ask, baiting him.
His eyes darken. “Try it and see.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. “I’ll do it if I feel like it.”
Now he chuckles. “You always feel like it.”
I lift my hand to run it along the stubble on his jaw. “Hurry.”
Then I turn and head into our room.
*****
How do I get into situations like this? I ask myself the next morning as I stand in the kitchen, clutching my juice like it’s a lifeline. When I walked in here five minutes ago, a girl was sitting here in her underwear drinking coffee. She started talking to me and hasn’t stopped. I don’t even know her name.
“You don’t dress like a biker chick,” she says, judgment in her tone. I look down at my jeans and vintage t-shirt and frown. I have no idea what to say to this chick.
“I just dress like I always do,” I manage to say, clearing my throat. Am I being judged by a club whore? Well, this is a little awkward.
“So, who were you with?” I ask, wondering who I have to kill for making me have this conversation.
“Oh, Rake,” she answers, leaning forward conspiratorially. “He’s a beast in the sack.”
Awesome.
“Where is Rake now?” I ask her, looking towards the hall that leads to his room.
“Oh he’s in bed with Tiffany,” she says casually. “I needed coffee.”
Rake. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out how he got his name.
I stand. “Well, nice meeting you.”
“Oh where are you going?” she asks.
I blink. “To my room.”
“Can I come and hang out? I heard you were the Vice President’s old lady, be cool if we can hang out,” she says, standing up and moving towards me.
Okay, enough is enough.
“Rake!” I yell at the top of my lungs. I turn to the girl and raise my finger in the air. “Please excuse me one moment.”
I storm up to his room and open the door. My jaw drops open at the scene before me. “I hope you got her to sign a consent form or a contract or some shit,” I say, staring at the two of them. “Fifty shades of Rake!”
“What the fuck Faye,” Rake growls, hiding his package with a pillow.
“You forgot one girl out here,” I say, widening my eyes, hoping he gets the point. “Please come and collect her.”
He sighs, like his life is so tough since he has two women here.
“Yes I know Rake,” I say dryly, “It’s hard out there for a pimp.”
He chuckles, slapping the girl on her ass and pulling away. “Maybe you should gag the other one too,” I suggest before I back out of the room. I peer around his room. “Can I clean your room tonight? It’s so messy it’s going to drive me crazy now that I’ve seen it.”
“Fine, anything to make you leave right now,” he growls at me.
Whoa, touchy.
“I’ll find some storage for your paddles and whatnot,” I say as I walk out. “I might have to do a trip to Office World. They have great storage ideas there.”
Rake follows me out, shaking his head in exasperation, and retrieves the other girl.
Dex walks into the kitchen and stares at me, the random chick, and a very naked Rake.
“Do I even want to know?” he asks, narrowing his eyes on me.
Rake groans. “You know I love you Faye… but Dex, control your woman!”
I watch wide-eyed as Rake disappears with the girl, and I go and sit on Dex’s lap.
“What was that about?” he asks, looking amused. “Can’t take you anywhere babe.”
“Rake forgot one of his girls and…” I trail off, freezing up when I feel something. Putting Dex’s hands on my stomach I whisper, “Can you feel that?”
I know when he feels it, because his eyes widen with wonder. “Did she just move?” he asks.
“Yes,” I nod, feeling her kick again. I’d felt her before, of course, but nothing like this. Before it was just slight butterflies, but now she’s kicking the shit out of me. Dex kisses my stomach, and my heart melts.
“She’s going to be a soccer player,” he says, chuckling.
I roll my eyes. “Is that so?”
He kisses my cheek. “You know I’m riding out today.”
“I know,” I sulk. He’s going away on ‘club business’ and will be gone a few days. I don’t like it, but I don’t say anything. This is his life, and I knew what it was about before I agreed to be with him. Our relationship is new, and Dex is going to do what he has to do.
“Vinnie and two other prospects are staying behind to keep an eye on you, and Mary and the other women will be here to keep you company,” he says, turning my head to look at him.
“I’ll be fine,” he says, knowing that I’m worried about him. Whatever business they have, it’s not the kind one does in an office.
“If you even look at another woman…”
He cuts me off. “Don’t threaten me babe, and you know I don’t have eyes for anyone but you.”
“Fine but I don’t care who offers you hospitality with their women, you say no. There is no what happens on the road stays on the road with us.” I let my expression tell him how serious I am about this.
“Have you been watching Sons of Anarchy again?” he asks, body shaking with laughter. Jerk.
“Maybe,” I admit, shrugging sheepishly.
“I’m gonna miss you,” he admits, pushing my hair behind my ear. “I’ll call and message you when I can.”
“Yeah, I know,” I sigh. “I’ll just do my contract law assignments.”
And try not to fall asleep.
“Don’t go anywhere without Vinnie, alright babe?”
I promise him I won’t.
“I gotta get ready to head out,” he says, standing with me in his arms. Fuck, he’s strong.