Keeping Her - Jordan Marie Page 0,5
in a man.
Damn it.
I could point out he asked about Gabby, but I don’t, instead I lean back, rolling my pencil between my fingers as I study him.
“She’s curvy, sweet, funny, and she has the blonde hair and blue eyes that men seem to go gaga over and lose all ability to reason.”
“Not me. I’m not into blondes.”
“Yeah, baby, tell me another one,” I snort.
“I like that,” he says, his voice dropping down to a sweet sound that literally forces me to look into his eyes.
“Like what?” I ask, confused, but intrigued all at the same time.
“You calling me baby.”
“Are you flirting with me?” I ask him, not quite believing it.
“Is that so surprising?”
“I’m not Gabby,” I remind him.
“I’ve had a couple of blondes in my time. Crazy bitches that get all twisted up in emotion. Not really my type.”
“And what is your type…Grunt, right?”
“You remembered. Should I be flattered?” he asks, those lips of his twitching again.
“You can be whatever you want to be. Last I checked it was a free country, Grunt,” I reply with a shrug.
“You can call me, Luke,” he says and suddenly I feel like I’m in dangerous territory.
“Is that like some big honor?” I ask him.
“It’s my name,” he shrugs, studying my face.
“Are you a biker?” I ask, watching him closely.
I see surprise flash in his eyes.
“What makes you ask that?”
“Grew up around them and I’m not stupid,” I respond, waiting.
“Now, that’s something I never thought you were.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmur. “Are you going to answer?”
“Are you part of the Devil’s Blaze like your girl?”
“You’ve been doing your homework,” I respond, surprised, but refusing to let it show.
“Partly, but everyone around these parts know who Skull and the Devil’s Blaze are,” he says easily. I wonder what he’d say about my dad’s club, but I don’t go there. I’m not sure what this guy’s agenda is, but something is setting off warning bells. Then, a thought pops into my head.
“You looking to sign up with the Blaze?”
“You think they would have me?” he asks, and his lip twitch deepens into a smile. I get a feeling that’s a rare occurrence.
“No idea. I don’t talk to any of them other than Gabby and her brother. You could always try. You look a little old to be a prospect, though, Luke.”
“Changed my mind,” he mumbles.
“About?”
“I’d rather you call me baby. It makes my dick twitch.”
I laugh, surprised and unable to hide it.
“Maybe you should see a doctor about that. It could be a serious condition,” I suggest, still laughing.
“It could be. You got a PhD in your name anywhere?”
“Afraid not.”
“That’s okay. I trust you. I’ll let you inspect my dick anyway.”
I shake my head. I know he’s joking but he’s back to looking at me, the only thing giving away his laughter is his eyes. Clear, Prussian blue eyes, that I like way more than I should.
“Do you normally get girls using this approach, Luke?”
“Never really tried. Never had a problem finding a girl to fuck though, if that’s your question.”
I blink at his bluntness, but for some reason I like it. I get the feeling that with Luke a girl would know exactly where she stands.
Again, I remind myself that I’ve sworn off men.
“What are you drawing?” he asks, switching topics. I look down at my forgotten sketch pad. I suppose he can’t tell what it is, but in my mind it’s a picture of my little brother, Hawk—although he’s not that little anymore.
“Just a picture,” I shrug, I gasp as he picks the pad up. I want to yell at him to put it down, but I don’t. My pictures are a weakness and I learned a while back that you never show a weakness. It’s something that can be exploited.
“Of a man,” he says and since I just got the barest outline of his face, it surprises me that he can tell that.
“Yes.”
“You got a man?”
“Several of them,” I tell him. I’m not really lying. If you count my brother, my father, Uncle Dragon and the other guys in the club, I have a lot of men in my life.
“That’s okay. I like a little healthy competition,” he says with a grin. “Let’s go Red,” he adds, sliding from the table, way too gracefully for someone with his size and bulk. Then he tucks my pad under his arm and offers me his hand.
“Go? Where are we going?”
“I’m buying you lunch, and you can tell me all about those other men I have to