Hero quirked his eyebrow. He didn’t believe me.
I pointed to the white bin behind him. “Uh, I think it’s in that one.”
He turned, grabbed the bin, and opened it. Thankfully, I had said the right one and my jacket was right on top.
I grabbed it and smiled wide. “Okay. I think I’m ready now.”
Hero snapped on the lid and set the bin back on the shelf. I would have needed to grab a chair from the kitchen and precariously stand on it to get the bin up and down. I flipped off the closet light and scooted around Hero to close the doors.
“Feels like you aren’t telling me something, Reva.”
I shrugged on the jacket. At least I could wear this if I felt like I was revealing too much from the crop top. “Nothing to tell, handsome.” Whoops. That slipped out.
He eyed me warily. He grunted and grabbed my hand. “Let’s get going. I told the guys I was picking you up and then I would be over.”
I dug my feet in and pulled back on his hand. “Whoa, whoa. Guys? What guys?”
“I figure that’s pretty obvious who the guys are.”
I was going to meet the rest of the motorcycle club. Or, at least, some of them. “Why are we meeting them? Better yet, why are we going to the strip club?”
When Hero had told me on the phone earlier that was where we were going, I had asked why, and all he said was he had some stuff he needed to do there.
“I got some stuff to do and then I figured you and I could hangout.”
“At a strip club?” I laughed.
He shrugged. “Not exactly normal, but…”
“But you’re not normal, Hero. I kind of picked up on that.” I shook my head and laughed. “I’ve known you for four days, and somehow, I’m okay with heading to a strip club with you.”
“Then what’s with the resistance?” he asked.
“One biker dude, I can handle. A whole bunch of them?” I cringed and gestured to myself. “I’m not exactly the biker dude type of chick.” I quirked my eyebrow. I wasn’t sure that made sense.
Hero tugged my hand, and I stepped toward him. He rested his palm on my hip. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to say, Sunshine, but I can tell you right now, you’re my type and that’s all that fucking matters.”
“Hero,” I laughed. “I groom dogs for a living and have never been on a motorcycle. I’m pretty sure those two things do not line up with me being your type.”
“What do you think is my type? The girls dancing on the stage? Maybe one of the waitresses slinging drinks? Maybe one of the girls who hangs around the club and will sleep with anyone willing?”
I cringed. That was exactly what I thought. Well, maybe not so detailed, but it was the type of girls who were fearless. Who were beautiful and weren’t afraid to show it. I was wearing a crop top that covered all of my stomach except for a sliver and I was worried I was showing too much. I was not the type of girl who could walk on stage to show the world how beautiful and sexy she was.
I, Reva Dunn, was not Hero’s type. Prove me wrong.
“Uh, perhaps?” I cringed.
“You really think I’d be standing in your bedroom helping you figure out what shoes to wear and getting your coat down from the closet if you weren’t my type?”
I pursed my lips. “Maybe?”
Hero grunted, dropped my hand, and took a step back. He bent over, planted his shoulder in my stomach, and lifted me up.
“Hero,” I screamed.
He crossed the room in three long strides and tossed me on the bed. I bounced wildly and clutched the comforter beneath me. He covered my body with his and pinned my arms above my head.
“I’m not a fan of being told what I do and don’t like. That includes you telling me that you’re not my type when I just straight up told you that you were.”