“Well then, I’m sure you can buy it yourself.” I have to force myself not to grin at his reply as I grab the box of cereal and look down to place some in my bowl.
“But you just said to her that she can ask for anything she wants.” Camille whines as she glares at me, “what is so special about her?” I hear Eirik grunt in annoyance as he steps away from her touch.
“She’s Ulrich’s Old lady,” Eirik mutters as he makes his way out of the kitchen.
“What?” Camille says in surprise as she turns to look at me, “Ulrich got himself an old lady?” I know that the bikers call their women old ladies, I had never thought in my wildest dreams that I would one day be called someone’s old lady but here I am without even quite knowing how I got to this point, I’m someone’s old lady.
“How did you get him to make you his old lady?” Camille asks with a frown as she now stands looking at me as Eirik decided to leave without answering her. I shrug as I bring a spoon of cereal to my mouth. Even if I wanted to answer her, I wouldn’t know what to say. “There are no old ladies here, and out of all of them Ulrich would have been the last one that I would have thought would get an old lady.” I’m sure he is, and she seems disgruntled that she wasn’t the one chosen.
Well, now that she has mentioned that there are no old ladies here, it is easy to deduce that the women that I have seen until now are not with any of the men but give their favours to whoever catches their fancy. In general, I don’t have a problem with it, but I do have a problem if Ulrich is one of the men that they are sleeping with.
“Eirik said you were here.” I turn to see Ulrich walking in, his eyes rove over my face and then body I see what looks like appreciation light his eyes but I’m not sure.
“You got yourself an Old Lady?” Camille asks as she turns to him, I see his eyebrows rise at her question. “Why, you didn’t need one.” At her statement his expression turns into a frown.
“Yes, I did, and you will respect her as such. Do you understand me?” I can see the surprise on her face at his snapped reply, she nods. Placing her bowl on the counter she turns and leaves.
“You know, I’m not your old lady,” I say when she’s gone.
“Don’t start,” he mutters, “when you’re done, I’ll introduce you to the others.” I could argue, but I’m also tired of the constant bickering, so I don’t say anything as I continue eating until I’m finished and then I walk towards the sink. Rinsing off my bowl, I place it on the drying rack before turning towards him again to find his eyes on my body.
“You are beautiful.” His words have me stopping in surprise.
“And you are a sweet talker,” I mutter embarrassed at the compliment.
“No, I’m telling you the truth.” He steps towards me, his hand raises to my cheek, the other one moves towards my hair. He grabs a curl pulling it straight and then letting it go which immediately has the curl bouncing back into place. He smiles as his eyes clash with mine, “I could look at you the whole day.”
“Now that would be freaky,” I mutter trying to hide my awkwardness as I have never been one to take compliments easily. Everyone takes me for an independent, strong woman and I am those, but I am also an awkward, uncertain woman when men compliment me. His lips touch mine gently and then he is kissing me, this kiss is different from the others, this kiss is gentle and soft giving me the choice to step back if I want to instead of his previous overpowering kisses.
When he lifts his head, we are both flushed with passion, my heart racing, my body tingling. I don’t know what he does to me but whatever it is, it’s explosive. One kiss from this man and my heart is racing, my mind is in chaos and all I want to do is kiss him again. “Come, let me introduce you to the others before they leave.”
He takes hold of my hand and then he is walking towards the door, guiding me down the corridor and towards where I can hear men’s voices. Entering the bar area, we stop my eyes traveling over everyone there, darn there is a man for every woman’s fantasy here. They are all using Kutts like Ulrich’s and short sleeve t-shirts that leaves their arms bare. I notice that most of them have both arms tattooed, and only a couple with one arm tattooed. They are all muscular, tall, and at the moment every single one of them is looking at me.
“This is Anastasia,” Ulrich says as he lets go of my hand and places his arm around my shoulders, he takes a step forward pulling me with him. A tall daredevil of a man steps forward and I swear if I didn’t know better, I would say that I was transported back in time. His hair is a long honey blond, loose around his shoulders with thin plaits on either side of his head. His eyes, a magnetic blue as he looks at me, there is a gold armband around his right forceps confirming the look of Viking that he has going.
“Welcome Anastasia, you are truly a diamond among gems.” And a flirt. His smile lights up his eyes, but the words and smile don’t detract from the fact that this man is dangerous. There is an aura of danger that surrounds him, I feel like at any moment he will snap and then all hell will break loose.
“This is Tor and our President.” Even without telling me that he’s the president I would have guessed as his very presence shouts out authority.
“Nice to meet you.” I say with a smile, but inside I feel knots in my stomach at being surrounded by so many dangerous men.
“You have met Eirik,” Ulrich says as he points a finger at Eirik that is standing to one side, “Eirik is our Sargent at Arms.” I smile at Eirik as he nods at me. “Over there you have Tal” I look at the man standing next to Eirik seeing a man with long dark brown hair up in a bun, his dark brown eyes twinkling as if he is keeping a secret.
“I’m Dane, he’s taking way too long to get to me.” A man on the other side of the group says, turning my head I see a big mountain of a man, hair to his shoulders, square jaw, but the most amazing thing about this man is his mismatched eyes, one is a dark blue and the other a light green. His tan has his eyes more visible.
“Yes, he’s a bit slow,” I murmur which has the men burst out laughing.
“Fuck brother, your woman has you all figured out already,” Tor states with a grin.
“I’ll have to show her that she’s wrong,” Ulrich says with a wink and a naughty grin that has me shaking my head at his silliness.
“Ignore him, he doesn’t know how to treat a lady.” A man standing to Ulrich’s left says, “I’m Calborn, and if you need me to knock some sense into him sometime, just let me know.”
I grin at him, “I think you are going to be very busy Colborn.” At my quip Colborn lifts his hands in a boxing pose which has the men laugh.
“The rest of you will have to introduce yourselves when we get back, it’s getting late,” Tor says as he inclines his head towards the door. The men start to mutter but they make their way towards the door, “We will have a party in your honour soon,” Tor says as he walks past me, “Ulrich, let me know when Draco arrives.”
“Will do,” Ulrich replies, I realize that he has still got his arm around my shoulders, his height feeling protective, his warmth surrounding me. I don’t know how long I will have with this man, but for now I will ride this dream and see where it will take me.