“I’ve not got all day. She’s going to want an answer.”
“What are you suggesting?” Gavin asked.
“We take over her loan, and in return she takes us. Until she’s comfortable, she can think that she’s owned by the club.”
“Our own little orgy.” Gavin snorted. “And if she doesn’t want this? What if we set ourselves up to fail?”
“Then we deal with it. Either way, Rosie needs an answer.”
“What about you, Pops? What do you think?” Marshall asked.
“I think she’s the one.”
“No doubts?” This came from Ethan.
“No. I don’t doubt it at all.” He’d been waiting for what felt like a lifetime to claim her. Watching her from afar was a fucking nightmare. He could never touch, and he wanted to touch. He wanted to strip her clothes from her body, and learn every inch of her curves, never forgetting what she felt like for a second.
Every morning, every single day, all day, he’d touch, taste, and explore. His cock grew thick just thinking about it.
Gavin sighed. “I’m in.”
“You sure? You can walk away at any time.”
“I’m sure. I want Rosie. There’s no point in denying it. I don’t think she’ll want us, and this is all going to fall flat on our faces. I’ll grab her.” Gavin stood, going toward the door.
“You want us to stay?” Marshall asked.
“May as well, that way there is no chance of her ever doubting what I mean.”
Rosie entered the room, smiling. “Hello.”
She was so damn sweet. He’d had to sit back and watch as she dated some kind of lawyer a few years back, and it had driven him crazy. Pops had even been tempted to put a hit out on the bastard he’d gotten that desperate.
“I hope I’m not causing too much trouble.”
“You’re not, baby,” Ethan said.
Her cheeks went a bright shade of red.
“Rosie, we’ve been talking, and we don’t want you to go to Peter. The bastard is a slime-ball, and there won’t be an easy out. We’ll give you the money.”
“I will pay you back. I promise.”
Pops held his hand up. “We have a few … conditions of you accepting our help, and I want you to think long and hard before you accept them.”
“Whatever it is, I’ll do it. I don’t mind. If you need me to cook and clean for you, I’ll do it.”
He held his hand up, hating the hope he saw dancing in her eyes. What was it about her that always had him feeling this way? She wasn’t particularly beautiful. Sure, her raven hair, startling blue eyes, and pale skin really caught the eye, but other than that, she had quite plain features.
It was her kind nature. The way she was willing to help anyone, and there didn’t even have to be anything for her in return. Her smile. He’d spend hours sat watching her just for the chance to see her smile, which was so sweet, so kind, so loving. Hardened men had crumbled against that smile.
She bit her lip and took a seat. “What is it? Is it bad?” She pointed at the file in front of him.
“It’s not bad. Well, not for us. Rosie, what have you heard about us?”
She frowned. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“The Old Boyz, what have you heard?”