That irritating buzzing noise came again. It grew louder behind the blinding spotlight before the sound of boots thudding on the hardwood floor grew closer until a hulking shape appeared out of the darkness.
A beast!
No, not a beast. A man.
He was so tall, his shoulders broad. His arms, chest, and neck were covered in tattoos. He had a short growth of beard, and his eyes were primal, predatorial.
Danger.
He grinned, walking closer. He reached down and unbuckled his belt.
“You can scream all you want, little bitch, but no one will hear you,” he said, his gruff voice deep and low. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”
No!
I screamed and opened my eyes. It was a dream. No—a nightmare. My head pounded with a throbbing headache from the sunlight coming through the bedroom window. My mouth was as dry as a desert. I was lying in my own bed, fully dressed except for my heels, which were lying on the floor. I remembered having a good time with Kat and Noah at the Chaos Kings MC clubhouse the night before. They were celebrating with their friends
I took a Xanax to help calm my anxiety and relieve the tight knot in my stomach. But then I made the stupid mistake of drinking alcohol. The last thing I remembered was Wez, walking me to my car. And then I must have passed out.
Wez was the beast in my nightmare!
I glanced over at my dresser to see that my purse and car keys were there, then I looked at the clock on the bedside table.
It was 10:00 a.m.
“Shit!” I shouted as I climbed out of bed.
I was late. I had appointments to show three new houses this afternoon. I quickly took a shower, then styled my hair and did my makeup in record time.
I fetched my keys and purse, pulling out my phone as I left my house and climbed in my car. I remembered Kat telling me that Wez owned his own tattoo business called Mad Ink. I pulled up the GPS on my phone and found the address, which was only a few miles from the Chaos Kings clubhouse.
I parked beside a black motorcycle in front of Mad Ink. When I entered the small shop the first thing that hit me was a strange chemical smell. And then I heard it—the same buzzing noise I’d heard in my nightmare that morning. I walked down the narrow hallway, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor, glancing at the colorful images adorning the walls.
Passing through the hallway, I approached the front desk and spotted Wez standing behind it. His eyes locked on mine instantly. A girl with long red hair stood with her back turned from me, leaning on the desk that separated her from Wez. She was barely dressed in a tight pink tank top and the tacky jean shorts she had on were at least two sizes too small for her figure. They were cut so high, her ass cheeks were on full display.
Wez frowned at me, then directed his attention back to the girl. He smiled, looking down the front of her top, practically salivating like the perverted biker he was.
“I can’t wait to ink up that bodacious ass of yours tomorrow, darlin’,” he said, grinning like a wolf about to eat his prey.
The redheaded floozy came around the desk and threw her arms around Wez’s broad shoulders, squealing like a piglet. “Thank you, Wez! I’m already turned on just thinking about it.”
When she released him and turned around, she saw me and waved. “Hi!”
I didn’t even acknowledge her and rolled my eyes, folding my arms in front of me. But Wez’s eyes were glued to the girl’s ass as she shook it all the way out of his shop. When she left, his eyes turned back to me.
Wez was just as frightening in real life as he was in my dream.
“If you’re not here to get inked, then get the fuck out,” he grunted and turned away.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I just came by to thank you for driving me home last night.”
He turned back to face me. “You’re welcome. Now, leave.”
“How did you get me up to my room and in my bed? And why do you have to be so rude? I’ve given you no reason to be.”
He rolled his eyes, crossing his burly arms across his chest. “It’s too early for so many fuckin’ questions. You passed out the second I got your ass in the car. I drove to your house then carried you up the stairs to your bed.” He started rubbing his beard as he came around the desk, stalking toward me. “You’re just a snobby little bitch who wants to hang with the dirty bad bikers but can’t handle her liquor.”
“And you’re just an arrogant, stupid brute who can only utilize the puny brain in your pants!”
Wez moved so fast, I almost tripped in my heels. My back bumped up against the wall. I lifted my chin and met his fiery, lustful glare. My heart skipped a beat, feeling the heat from his body as he towered over me.
“My dick is not puny,” he growled.
I was tempted to look down at his crotch. Then I felt my nipples harden. But I glared directly into his eyes. “What are you going to do? Pull it out right here and show me?”
His furrowed brow disappeared and he grinned, reaching down to the front of his jeans. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Then he stepped back. “But you’re not my type.”
I turned and walked away, hearing Wez’s laughter follow me all the way out of his shop.
CHAPTER 3WEZ
I couldn’t get Lillian out of my head for the rest of the day. Even though her eyes were full of fear, it was the way she tilted her cute nose in a desperate show of bravery and bitchiness. I frightened her.
