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me. He stops less than a foot away and shakes his head. “Oh, no, babe.”
“No?” I cock a brow, confused. I thought I was staying here.
“Mm, you’re coming home with me. Didn’t you hear your pops? You’re staying with me and my club. Same as ol’ boy, here.” He tilts his head in the direction of Richardson. My mouth falls open. I definitely wasn’t expecting this turn of events. “Your security is my motherfuckin’ priority now, not any hired suits. I agreed to him.” He chin-lifts to my personal bodyguard. “Staying as a courtesy to your father. He can follow in the cage. You ride with me on my bike, and that goes for all times, babe.”
Richardson moves to protest, but I hold my hand up, stopping him before he starts any trouble. “I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle.”
“There’s a first time for everything. Hike that skirt up on your sexy thighs, wrap them gorgeous legs around me, and hold the fuck on. There ain’t much else to it.” He winks, placing his palm out to me.
I smile, my cheeks pink at all the compliments he managed to work into his brief instructions. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I lay my hand in his, allowing him to take me where he wants.
I can hear Richardson protesting all the way to the bikes, and I can’t help but laugh. He eventually takes the hint as I climb on the motorcycle behind Ripper and wrap my arms tightly around his middle. Richardson takes off in a jog to the car as the thunder of the roaring engines consumes the air.
I manage to get off a quick wave to my father’s plane, as I know he’s probably fuming at seeing me like this, then I hold on to the delicious man before me. I’m ready for the ride of my life, and there’s no doubt in my mind, Ripper’s the man to give it to me.
Chapter 12
Don’t try to win over the haters.
You are not a jackass whisperer.
- Brene Brown
The agreement
We managed to strike a deal, her father and me. It took a bit of finesse, but I was able to get what I wanted out of it overall, and in the end, so will he. I think back to how we’d walked until we came to the old ramshackle of an airport building. The private owner left the dilapidated brick structure in place and built another not too far away. I guess they weren’t willing to put the energy into it when they could just forget about the place and toss money at something new. Typical rich people, in my personal opinion.
“My daughter says you have something to speak to me about.” He turns to me. I don’t catch much of a father-daughter resemblance in his face, so Alice must look more like her mother.
Senator Compton isn’t at all what I was anticipating. I’ve seen him on the billboards, sure, but he’s different in person. His pictures show him with rich chestnut hair, not the faded gray brown mix he’s currently sporting. He also seems bigger in the photos, livelier. I’m thinking maybe that was the extra ten pounds the camera puts on, though. This man before me looks every bit like he could be Alice’s father. Older, rich, well dressed, and non-threatening. If it weren’t for his political ties making him influential, I’d swoop Alice up and keep her to myself, without ever acknowledging this uptight bastard.
I accept his statement with a head tilt. “That’s right. I asked Alice to arrange this meeting between us.”
“Well, shall we get to it? I’m a busy man.”
“Yep,” I grunt, biting back a retort that he has a full staff to do every fucking thing for his pampered ass. I’m the one putting in actual work to make shit happen, not that he’d know anything about a hard day’s work. He’s not blue collar; I doubt he’s ever been.
Alice had prewarned me that being rude or having an attitude with her father is not the way to get him to listen. She said if I go in headstrong then he’ll shut me out right away. Stubborn and opinionated is my everyday persona, so this is a stretch, but I’m giving it a shot.
“I appreciate you taking the time, Senator Compton. I’ll get right to it. I need a favor.”
His dull gray eyebrows rise as he folds his arms across his chest. “Already? The money isn’t enough for returning my daughter to me?” He