Page 7 of All That Glitters

“It’s the welcome party for the new club girls from the Chaos Demons,” G says before taking a sip of his beer.

“Ah, shit. I forgot that was tonight.”

Just over a year ago, our former fucking VP Bear and a few brothers tried to overthrow the chapter and almost killed Blade, our president, but not before kidnapping all the women in the club first.

After that, things changed. A lot of the women couldn’t handle being here. Can’t say I blame them. Some decided the life wasn’t for them. A few chose to go to other clubs. It was actually supposed to happen months ago, but shit kept coming up.

The prospect sets my beer in front of me, and I nod my thanks before taking a pull.

“I still don’t think bringing in girls from other clubs is smart. How do we know they’re not here to spy on us?”

“Scope’s not the kinda guy to send in bunnies to spy. If he had a problem, he’d come in with a flamethrower and burn everything to the ground.” He grins and takes another drink of his beer. “Besides, his chapter’s still new. He’s got enough shit to deal with without adding us to the list.”

“Maybe.” I shrug and take a swig of my beer.

G shakes his head. “Always the pessimist.”

“I’m a realist, G. Big difference.”

Turning, I look around the room. Just as I’m about to take another drink, I freeze, my eyes landing on a familiar head of blonde hair.

“What the fuck?”

G looks over to where I’m staring. “That’s Legs. Seems nice enough. Not sure about the others yet, though.”

Without a word, I slam my beer down on the bar and stand, my eyes never leaving her as I push my way through the crowd and stop right behind her. She must sense me standing too close, because before I can say anything, she turns and looks up at me, a big grin lighting up her face before it falters. That’s when I realize I’m scowling.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand.

“I live here,” she says, standing tall. “I’m one of the new bunnies.” She crosses her arms under her boobs like she did earlier, daring me to say something.

I’ve got no right to be pissed. I know that. Hell, I barely even know the woman. But I can’t deny that I am.

“And you couldn’t have told me that before?”

“Why would I? I don’t know you.”

Her eyes drift down my chest, landing on my cut.

Fuck.

I wasn’t wearing it when she came in earlier because I’d just spilled coffee on the damn thing, and it was hanging up in the back, drying.

Her eyes slip closed for a second. Her shoulders slump, and her arms drop to her sides. When her eyes open again, a little of the sparkle from before is gone.

“I had no idea you were a club brother. I was just picking up a few things for my room when I wandered into your shop. I’m sorry.”

“Two apologies in one day?” I lift a brow. “I don’t believe it.”

She shrugs. “I have no problem admitting when I’m wrong.”

I lean down so my lips brush her ear. “And how exactly are you gonna convince me you’re sorry?”

She shivers, and my dick goes rock hard.

“I’m not sure. What did you have in mind?”

Straightening, I grab her hand and pull her through the crowd, ignoring the groans and complaints. You snooze, you lose, motherfuckers. Just in case someone gets any ideas, I tighten my grip on her hand and practically drag her behind me until we reach my room.