“Hello, girlfriend, I heard you’re the new starter. I’m Chloe.”
Grace smiled at the redhead, wishing she could be as open and friendly with the woman.
Thanks, Dwayne, for making me doubt everyone.
“Grace.”
“Is there anything you need help with? I’m feeling ready to kick this breakfast’s ass. I had such a good workout last night.”
“You work out at night? Is that safe?”
Chloe giggled. “I fucked those three men there, baby. That’s my way to work out, orgasm all the way.”
This wasn’t going to be awkward at all!
Chapter Two
Drake watched the young waitress as she moved around the room. He’d not seen her before, but from the sounds of it, she had only just come back from being away. There was sadness in her eyes that intrigued him. She was the only woman so far in his life that had ever tried to fake being happy. He’d never known it before, and it was kind of unusual to him to witness it. Most of the women he saw were always happy for some strange reason, and he didn’t know what to make of this woman.
It wasn’t an act.
He’d witnessed fear as well, which she tried her hardest to hide.
“See someone you like?” Pixie asked.
Turning toward Pixie, he gave him a pointed look. “Are you going to stop making excuses of buying women’s clothes, and ask her out?”
Suzy, a woman who worked at a clothing retail store, had caught Pixie’s eye. Since he first saw her, Pixie had used any excuse to go to the store, buying random pieces of crap just to get her attention.
“I’m not after a date.”
“You do realize you’ve got stalker written all over you, right? She could probably get a restraining order or something like that.”
“Fuck off, Drake. There’s nothing wrong with being thorough when chasing after the woman you want. Besides, I don’t want to date her. I want to fuck her.”
“Erm, coffee.”
Both of them turned to see Grace had returned with the coffeepot. There was a lovely blush to her fine features, and Drake found himself wanting to know more. He liked the sound of her voice. It was sweet, delicate, and the tones sent his cock into overdrive, wanting to get inside her. Fuck! He was getting a damn hard-on from a woman’s voice alone. He really needed to do something about the effect this woman was having on him.
Grabbing one of the cups that Teri always left out on their table, he held it for her.
“I take sugar as well, darling.”
Even as she poured the hot liquid, he noticed her hand didn’t shake. She was embarrassed, but it hadn’t taken over her entire body. He liked that.
She reached out, grabbing a white pot. “Here’s your sugar.” Her attention turned to Pixie. “Can I get you anything?”
“Just pour me some coffee, I’m good to serve myself.”
Grace nodded, doing what he wanted, and then leaving.
“Do you really think she’s your type?” Pixie asked. “You usually like them to be a little feisty.”
“No, you like them feisty.” He pointed at Cora. When James’s woman first visited the clubhouse a year ago, Pixie had tried to set it up so that he and James would share Cora. Once the sharing was done, Pixie would leave, and James would be the one to pick up the shattered mess his brother left behind. Cora had surprised them both. Not only had she told Pixie that she didn’t want anything to do with him, she’d then gone and fallen for James.
It had been a long time coming, a woman who preferred the scarred brother as opposed to the cute one with a bad ego. Pixie believed most women wanted to fuck him, so he didn’t really have any respect for them.
Drake was rooting for Suzy to keep Pixie away from her. It was about time the brother was taught a lesson that not all women wanted him.