T.A. swallowed in fear as the president of the Road Slayers turned around. The gaze that rested on her breasts gave her the heebie jeebies. This man had no respect for women, and it showed in his eyes. He didn’t even try to pretend that she was nothing but another piece of ass that was about to be paraded in front of him.
“Where’s the beer I sent you after?”
T.A. felt the arm slipping off her.
“Sorry, Whip, I got sidetracked.”
The cold eyes went from Nails to Dagger, who had come from behind to stand beside her.
“You get sidetracked too?”
She gave a small scream when a hand flashed out, punching Dagger in the face at his nod. Getting control of herself, she cut off the scream when Whip’s attention centered on her. Biting back the terror she was feeling, she managed to get a grip on herself. She froze in place, wishing she were back in her own club. Hell, she was praying she were anywhere but here.
“I have a club full of pussy. What I don’t have is beer. You got five minutes before I better have one in front of me.”
Nails and Dagger didn’t waste time. They fled, leaving her alone with the president.
“Move, Banshee, let Tits have a seat.”
A sulky woman slid off the stool next to Whip, leaving the stool empty. T.A. shot her an apologetic gaze that was answered with a glare.
“Your woman doesn’t seem happy at giving up her seat.”
“Do you care?”
She shrugged. “Not particularly.”
“That’s a long word coming from a woman with your breast size.”
Letting the insult fly over her head, she stared interestedly around the club.
“Looking for anyone in particular?”
Turning to meet his narrowed eyes, she shrugged again.
“No, I’m just taking it all in. It’s the first time I’ve been in a club of your caliber.”
“You’ve been in other motorcycle clubs before?”
“A few that pretend to be motorcycle clubs but are really just dudes hanging out at bars. Kentucky doesn’t have motorcycle clubs.”
“That where you’re from?”
“Yes, I’m visiting a friend. I was getting gas across the street when Nails and Dagger invited me over.”
“I can see why they got distracted.”
She flipped her hair over her shoulder, sitting straighter on her stool. “Men tend to do that around me.”
“I’d offer you a beer, but I’m out right now.”
“I don’t like beer anyway. You got any tequila?”
“You a tequila girl?”
“I’ve been known to take a shot every now and again.”
“Then you’re in luck. I hate the stuff. Never cared for it. I prefer my liquor without a bug floating around inside.”
T.A. laughed. “You can’t tell me you haven’t sucked a worm down a time or two.”
“A few,” he admitted. “That was when I was young and wanted to show off. Now, I don’t give a fuck.”
“I don’t imagine you do. You don’t seem like a man who cares about what anyone thinks.”
“Crow, give her a shot of tequila.”
The biker standing behind the bar moved quickly to follow Whip’s order. Picking the shot glass up when it was placed in front of her, she downed it without flinching at the cheap taste of the liquor. She was placing the glass back down on the counter when Nails and Dagger returned, each carrying two cases of beer.
Moving behind the bar, they gave Whip wary glances as they started shoving it inside the old fridge to get cold.
When they were done, Whip stood up. “Let’s go.”
T.A. frowned at him, not moving from her stool. “Where to?”
“My room.”
“They promised me that I could have my pick, and as nice as you seem to be… I still haven’t decided if I want a private party with anyone yet.”
Nails and Dagger went pale at the fury on their president’s face.
“That true?”
When they remained silent, she answered for them.
“I don’t lie.” Blowing a bubble, she returned to stare around the club. “Don’t worry.” T.A. turned her gaze back to his. “From where I’m sitting, there’s no competition, and on the other hand, a couple more shots of tequila might hasten my decision.”
“Crow, give her the bottle.” Whip placed a hand next to her on the bar. “You have until the time it takes me to take a piss to make up your mind.”
Turning around on her stool, she let her breasts slide along his arm as she refilled her glass. “I guess I better get busy, then.”
“Yes, you should.” The president’s hard gaze went to Dagger’s and Nails’ disappointed expressions. “What’re you two waiting for? Go relieve Torch and Socket.”
“Come on, Whip. We found her.”
“Then next time, don’t promise split tails shit. The only person in this club who can make promises for the club is me.”
As he walked away, T.A. raised her shot glass to the two men, who gave her recriminating glances as they moved away. Taking the shot, she sat the glass back down before she looked to the side at the man sitting next to her.