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And as fine as Shadow is, he didn’t look interested in me whatsoever.Not that I care. I just broke up with my boyfriend, and I’m not worried about a sexy biker. Nope, not at all.
I sigh because I’m not this girl. I don’t go from one guy to the other, especially with a man like Shadow. I think the sexy chick at the front desk called him Shane. I can say Shadow fits his personality. He’s dark and mysterious, and although his presence overwhelms me, it’s almost like he blends in with the background.
When the men were all talking last night, I noticed that he quietly watched and listened. He only put in his two cents when spoken to directly. However, no matter how quiet Shadow was, my gaze followed him wherever he was in the room.
The man had an animal magnetism to him that made my pulse race.Stay focused, Tea. You don’t need another dangerous bad boy in your life. Solve this Trey issue and start your dancing career in two months. Nothing else matters.
The knock on the bedroom door brought me out of my pep talk.
“Come in!” I hollered, and the door crept open.
“We’re going to be going to the club later on tonight. So, I got you some gear to wear. You can’t ride on the back of my bike in that shit you had on last night.”
Shadow comes in and thrusts a bag in my direction. I’m shocked that he even thought of me, but then it hits me what he said.
“What bike?”
“Aaahhhh! Oh, Lord! Shit!!!” I can’t help but scream until my lungs burn because Shadow is obviously trying to kill me.
I knew he was in a motorcycle gang or club or whatever, but we rode in an Uber last night. So I just assumed that’s what we would be doing again tonight. But when this big beast of a machine was waiting for us, I almost swallowed my tongue.
I’m not in a position to demand anything, but now that I’m on the back of this instrument of death, I wish I would’ve made it clear that I’m a four wheels type of chick.
“Good Lord, woman, would you shut the hell up,” Shadow says just loud enough for me to hear over the roaring engine and my screaming.
I snap my lips shut because I don’t wanna get on his bad side. But Lord have mercy, holding in yells and pee is stressing me the fuck out.
I don’t know how long this ride is, but I’m praying to anybody that’ll listen that it’s not far. If I wet myself on the back of this man’s motorcycle, I’m sure I won’t have to worry about the meeting or anything else. Shadow will probably hide my body in the middle of the Vegas desert.
I’m so busy praying with my eyes shut that I don’t realize we’ve stopped until Shadow shifts in front of me. I slowly pry my eyes open and take a look around.
“You can let go now.” Shadow looks down at my arms that are wrapped tightly around his waist, and my face heats in embarrassment.
“Sorry,” I mumble before snatching back quickly.
I swear this man makes me act out of character. I know the ride here was a first, but I’ve never wanted to cling to a stranger as much as I have with Shadow.Maybe I’m already forming attachments because he saved my life.
Shadow grunts as he swings his long leg over the bike and then helps me off. I nervously adjust the jeans and pull the sleeves down on my new leather jacket. Although I have to say, for a man who acts like my existence irritates his soul, he knew exactly what my sizes were.
I mean, a t-shirt is easy, but the jeans mold to my body just right. And even the combat boots are the correct size. And although I wanted to pepper Shadow with questions on how and why he purchased me an outfit, I swallowed them down. Shadow does not strike me as a man who would appreciate being questioned in any capacity.
“Look, don’t say shit when we get in here. The Prez has a reason for this meeting, and we don’t usually let outsiders in here.” Shadow gives me a stern look, and I quickly nod.
The last thing he has to worry about is me saying anything. Hell, the only reason why I agreed to any of this is because I was shot at last night.
I don’t wantnosmoke!!
Eight
KEEP MY DISTANCE
SHADOW
It’s early by our standards, but the party is starting to ramp up. People are already hanging out and drinking, the music is loud, and I know from experience that it will be only another hour or so before the party is in full swing.
Teagan is quiet as she sticks to me like glue. I’m glad she can follow directions because I really don’t feel like knocking one of these rowdy motherfuckers out if they can’t keep their hands to themselves.
Anybody can tell with one glimpse at Teagan that she’s a lamb amongst wolves. Her mouth is hanging open, and her head is swiveling from side to side like she’s watching a tennis match. I know we’re just getting started, but to her, she’s probably not used to people partying this hard. I chuckle internally at her innocence.