Sure, she’s an attractive woman and I like seeing her happy, but that doesn’t mean anything.
We have become friends over the weeks; nothing more.
When she’s done talking about whatever they were talking about, Camilla walks towards me since I am sitting against the bar.
She smiles at me when she’s close enough.
“Hey, what are you doing sitting here all by yourself?” she says with a smile.
I can’t help but smile back at her. I wish I knew what it was about her, but just seeing her smile makes me happy.
“I don’t really feel like shooting the shit today,” I tell her.
“Is anything wrong?” she asks me with concern.
I shake my head, “No nothing like that, darling. It’s just one of those days, ya know?” I tell her.
She nods her head in understanding. “That can happen sometimes. Well, I will leave you alone then,” she starts to walk away, but I grab her hand when she turns away.
“It’s okay, darling. I don’t mind talking to you,” I say, and it’s the fucking honest truth.
She’s the only person here that I want to be around right now.
Camilla smiles at me softly and a light blush comes over her face.
“Well how about we go get some supper? I’m starving and I know that if I cook something, I will have to share it,” she says.
I can’t help but chuckle at her words.
It’s true. Never expect to eat alone when you are cooking at the clubhouse.
It makes me want to take her to my house so that she can cook herself whatever she wanted and hope that she would share.
I shake that thought from my head as soon as it enters.
I don’t need to be thinking about things like that.
When she looks uncertain, I realize that I have been taking too long to answer.
“Or I could just go ask Crash. He was just telling me that he was hungry,” she says and makes a move to turn and walk towards my brother.
I grab her arm again. “No, sorry I was just day dreaming. Let’s go have supper,” I tell her getting up from my seat.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind asking Crash,” she says.
I shake my head. “No, I'm starving. Let’s go get a burger,” I say and put my hand on her back and move her towards the door.
I don’t say anything to anyone, but I can feel eyes on us as we leave the clubhouse.
I don’t care what anyone is thinking right now. Camilla is my friend and she is the one thing that helps me feel like it is okay to live.
She must not realize how amazing she really is because she came to us a broken, scared woman. I don’t know where she got the strength to take a bullet for someone she didn’t know, but that showed me the kind of woman she is and one day I hope she will tell me more about herself.
You can see the change in her, and I want to know more about her and the woman she was and has become.
I walk her to my truck, but I can’t help but glance at my bike. The thought crosses my mind to put her on the back, but I know what a big deal that would be. She’s my friend; not someone I would want to claim.
It’s nothing against her, but I don’t know if I will ever be ready to claim anyone else.
When we pull up to the diner, I hold the door open for her and we take our seats.
“I love the burgers here,” Camilla says as we sit down.
“Glad to hear that. I’m here at least once a week,” I tell her.
We place our orders. The Hole in the Wall Diner was burnt up a while back, but the club had it renovated and it looks better than ever. The place needed updates anyways, and at least they now have them. They were also able to expand their dining area, which is great because they have been really busy since they reopened.
“I don’t think that there is anywhere that could compare to the burgers here,” she says with a chuckle.
I nod my head in agreement.
We end up having small talk while we eat and I can’t help but feel relaxed in her presence.
I see the door open and Crash comes in with Stitch and Ink, but one look at my narrowed eyes and they sit at their own table.
I don’t like the way Crash is looking at us. Fuck. I don’t like the way he is looking at Camilla.
Camilla waves at them and they nod their head back at her.
“Hmm… I wonder why they didn’t say ‘hi,’” she says to herself.
“I don’t know,” I tell her when I do know that it’s really because I don’t want to share her with anyone.
She lets out a chuckle. “Well, maybe you and Crash should stop glaring at each other so that we maybe can enjoy the rest of our meal,” she says, and I can’t help but smile at her.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I tell her with a small smile.
She shakes her head, but I can see amusement in her eyes so I know that she’s not mad.
She’s quiet for a moment enjoying her onion rings looking lost in thought and, when she’s finally ready to talk, I am afraid I know what she’s going to say until she opens her mouth.
She looks me in the eye seriously. “Would you rather get a lap dance from Stitch or slow dance with Ink?”
I can’t help when the pop I was drinking sprays all over my mouth and lands all over the table. Maybe some even splashed on her but I can’t say
