Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,18
like that. Don’t look a beer gift horse in the mouth.” I licked my lips. “You wanna play the question game all night or you wanna get drunk with me?”
His eyes dropped to my mouth and this made my body tingle. His eyes crinkled like he was about to smile but he seemed to physically shake it off.
“I’m good. Thanks anyway.” He turned, dismissing me and I felt a little bit of outrage at being dismissed so I tapped on his shoulder while trying to tamp it down.
He turned around and looked at me again and this time, his eyes were hard. “Listen…” he started.
My brother, Rider, was suddenly between us. “You. Come,” Rider was physically pulling me away by shackling my bicep with his hand. He was marching me toward the kitchen before I could manage to protest.
Before I could do anything to stop it, I was in the kitchen and then in Dad’s office. Two seconds later, the door swung again as Jenna came in, too.
“What in the fuck are you doin’?” my brother asked.
“Uh… what the fuck are you doing?” I fired back.
“Rider. Leave her alone,” Jenna said from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see a horrified look on her face; she’d obviously seeing him march me in.
“I will fucking not leave it alone, Jenna. Joelle? What gives?”
“With?” I asked.
“Do not go chasin’ Fork. We don’t need that shit.”
“What are you on about?” I asked carefully, shooting Jenna a questioning look.
She shook her head subtly. She hadn’t ratted me out for that moment earlier. I could tell.
“You’re followin’ him like a lost puppy tonight,” my brother said, “and I can read you like a fuckin’ book. Not happening.”
“What’s not happenin’?”
He looked at me like I was thick. “You ‘n Fork.”
“Me and Fork?” I parroted, looking at him like I was lost.
“Not happening. I fuckin’ mean it. Stop.” He pointed in my face and stormed out.
Jenna blocked the door to stop me from leaving. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You n’ Chris. You two looked like you were standing at the altar ready to tie the knot when he got here and then you’re following him around and trying to get his attention. And he’s pretending you don’t exist.”
I felt both validation and mortification blend together at that statement because yes, I knew that we’d had a moment. And humiliation because he was definitely trying to pretend I didn’t exist and then when I forced him to see me, he acted like I was a nuisance. And it’d been noticed.
I’d had a few potential plans lined up for the evening.
Plan A: I’d buy him a beer and we’d talk and have great conversation and it’d take things to a different place with us, a place where the night would end with me giving him my number and maybe even him walking me to my room and then we’d both lie there thinking about how great the conversation and the chemistry was until he asked me out because he’d otherwise lay there in his bed with a wall between us wishing it wasn’t between us.
Plan A, Alternate Ending: depending on how the conversation went, it could turn to making out, outside behind the bar before saying goodnight. A kiss that if I wasn’t the girl in the kiss – would be talked about for days in a swoony way, because it would rival even that kiss Spencer and Pippa had that had everyone talking for days. Mine and Christian’s make-out session would have to be more subtle than that. Because I didn’t want my brothers to try to break his gorgeous face. And I didn’t want him to fight back and hurt my brothers and the chance of an amicable brother-in-law relationship down the road.
Plan B: Crash into him in the alcove by the men’s room accidentally-on-purpose and look deep into his eyes and see if he kissed me. If not, kiss him and then walk away with a fabulous one liner that would let him know I was up for more and totally fucking worth it.
I hadn’t figured out what I’d say. I’d tried a few pickup lines in the mirror that morning, but they’d all sounded cheesy.
Me: “Can I take your picture, Fork?”
Him (hopefully): “Yeah, why?”
Me: “So I can show Santa what I want for Christmas.”
Or
Me: “Excuse me, but do you moonlight at Little Caesars?”