over at Speck and try not to fucking whimper when he blows out a breath and walks out without a word.
Okay.
So he's definitely not my friend. Friends don't abandon each other like this, they don't leave you to fend for yourself against an enraged and bloodthirsty biker who looks about ready to rip my fucking head off about eating a damn burger.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?"
I rub my palms down my legs. “At the party? You told me I had to be here. Or do you mean the kitchen? I was going to leave but Speck said I had to eat something before I drove. He made me a burger and we were just eating together. That's it. That's the whole story."
He stalks forward and I force myself to stay still, no matter how badly I want to jump down and run the hell away from him. His nose ring catches in the light as his nostrils flare at me. I'm so freaking scared that he's about to murder me that it shocks me when he finally relaxes.
"Didn't find the right guy to work for tonight?"
I frown at him. “Why do I have to keep telling you I don't do extra? I've said that from the word go, I don't take on any other work."
He steps forward and rolls his shoulders back. The slow and easy smirk that stretches across his lips is seductive and my poor fucking heart can't take it. I've gone from terrified to aroused in under a minute and my rib cage is hurting from the pounding in my chest.
“You did though, didn’t you? You gave me something extra. Difference is you did it for free.”
I swallow hard against the bile creeping up the back of my throat. "I don't care what other women choose to do with their bodies, that's their decision. I'm not for sale. If you want me to dance then I will, but that's it. What happened in your office, that was… a mistake. I made a mistake.”
He steps forward again until his body is snug between my legs, his hips touching my thighs and his hands planted down on either side of me. His face turns up towards mine and his lips get close to brushing my own.
The panic is there but this time it's different.
I'm not scared of his touch, not how I usually am, but I am terrified of what this moment means. Why is he so fixated on me now when he's always hated so much as the sight of me?
"Name the price I have to pay to fuck you right here. I want to push you back and fuck you on the countertop. What'll it cost me?"
Jesus, Lord have mercy. My pussy wakes the fuck up at that. I didn't even think I could get wet and now I'm fucking dripping for him. Except—
"I'm not for sale. Can you... can you move please? I'd like to go home."
His jaw clenches and he grabs my face, moving me until I'm staring up into those stormy blue eyes of his and panting. "Is there a boyfriend waiting up for you? Is that why you're pretending you don't fucking want me?"
"Pretty sure I said I'm not for sale. Get your hands off of me," I say, breathy and I swear my nipples try to cut through my shirt to get his attention.
"Your pupils are blown all the way out, Angel, but I'll keep it between us. Wouldn’t want all of my brothers knowing how easy it is to get you to change your mind.”
I don't care what my pupils are doing, I just want to get out of here in one piece. "I'm going to leave. Let me know if that means I've lost my job and I'll go someplace else."
I have no choice but to slide down his body to get off of the counter and, my God, the feel of his rock hard body against my own is like a special form of torture. I wasn't expecting to find a biker who looks like a fucking cover model, the dirty blonde hair and the nose ring, fuck. Without the tattoos he'd look like a fucking surfer.
He licks his lips and stares down at me and then it's like the alcohol clears and he remembers who the hell he is and what exactly I am.
"Fuck. Get the hell out of here and try not to bend over for my cousin's cock on your way out.