“She told me to stay away from her and then she turns up here,” I mutter.
“That’s women, brother, it’s just women,” he says. “And I don’t want to stir shit up, but she’s trying her damn best to get Lake to notice her.” I clench my fists and Riggs shakes his head. “It’s not Lake’s fault, so don’t go taking shit out on him. He’s tried to ignore her, but she’s making it damn difficult in that way that women do when they’re dressed all hot like that. The man needs a medal for ignoring her the way he is.”
I take the bottle of Jack and sit at my usual table so I can keep an eye on things. Eva spots me and rolls her eyes. That move right there makes me want to fuck her senseless. Lake glances at me nervously. “Don’t worry, brother. I know her game,” I mutter and he relaxes slightly.
Eva dances with her work colleague. Occasionally, she stares at Lake seductively, but he doesn’t respond. Eventually, she flops down next to Lake and smiles at him. “Come on, Lake. I can’t make it any clearer.”
“Aw, Eva. You know you’re beautiful. Just too good for men like me,” says Lake.
“Christ, not you as well,” she huffs. “What is it with you bikers?”
“We just know a good woman when we see one.” Lake shrugs.
“Exactly, so why don’t you want to sweep me off my feet and take care of me?” she whines.
Lake smiles. “It’s not in my DNA to do the romance thing. I’m a fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em kind of guy, and you’re too good for that.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she says and then turns to me. “What do you think, Cree?”
“Stop talking, Eva,” I mutter.
“It pisses you off when I talk, doesn’t it?” She smirks. “You hate my voice. You hate my happy voice,” she says. “So much so that when you finally got the balls to fuck me, you practically held my face in the cushions.”
“Jesus, Eva. Shut the hell up,” I snap. “You’re drunk and you’ll regret everyone knowing our business when you remember this tomorrow.”
“Fuck, that’s the longest sentence you’ve ever said to me.” She laughs. A look of hurt passes over her face and she presses her lips together. “But I am a fuck her and chuck her type of girl, aren’t I? At least, you thought so.”
I snatch her up by her wrist and drag her from the room. Everyone’s eyes are downcast, and she follows me silently. I get as far as the stairs and then stop. If I take her to my room, I might end up making another mistake. “You can take me up there,” she snaps. “You won’t be coming anywhere near me like that. I’ll make sure of it!”
“Christ, woman, what’s got into you?” I huff and continue on to my room, pulling her behind me. I slam the bedroom door closed and release her wrist. “Now, you wanna tell me what the fuck all that was about down there?”
Eva folds her arms over her chest. “You keep cockblocking me and Lake,” she whines and I raise my eyebrow. “Why won’t you let me have sex with him?”
“You’re drunk,” I mutter.
“So what? Did you have sex with my boss tonight?”
I grin. “Are you jealous, Eva?”
“No. But because of you, she’s being a cow to me. Her and her pervy husband. She’s been on my back all week. Did you tell her about us?”
I roll my eyes. “Do I look like the type of guy who goes around talking about his business?”
“Why is she being such a bitch then?”
“Maybe because you kicked her husband in the balls?”
Eva covers her mouth. “I feel sick,” she mumbles and then, without further warning, she projectile vomits. I watch in horror as it splatters over my floor, covering both of our feet. I slowly raise my eyes to hers. She still has her hands over her mouth and her eyes are bugging out of her head in shock. “Oh god, Cree. I’m so sorry,” she whispers.
“This is why you shouldn’t drink so much,” I mutter. She nods her head. “Go and get cleaned up. I’ll sort this.”
She rushes out the room to the bathroom at the end of the corridor. I give her ten minutes and then follow. The door is unlocked, but luckily, there’s no one around. I find her sitting on the floor by the toilet, wrapped in a towel. Her knees are pulled up to her chest with her head resting on them. “You okay?” I ask.
“The shots were a very bad idea,” she mumbles. “I got vomit on my clothes,” she adds, pointing to the pile of clothes on the floor.
I hold out my shirt. It’s the one she sent back to me this week. “Put this on.”
She moves her wet hair from her face and takes the shirt gratefully. When she struggles to put it around her, I hold it open so she can thread her arms through. I turn my back so she can move the towel. “I’m done,” she mutters a few seconds later. I scoop her up in my arms, and I don’t flinch when she rests her head against my shoulder. I carry her back to my room and deposit her on the bed. “What are you doing?”
“What if you get sick again?” I mutter. “And you have no clothes to go home in. Sleep here. I’ll grab a couch downstairs.”
I head for the door. “Actually,” she says and I stop. “I don’t mind you lying next to me. I promise I won’t touch you.” I glance back at her hesitantly. She lifts the sheet back for me to get in. “I swear. I get it. I won’t touch you.”
I’ve never had a woman share my bed. I’ve never been able to risk it. But something about her sincere face has me moving
