Elena was the perfect blonde with blue eyes and an hourglass figure. She was always on a diet, and so damn sweet, which was a contradiction because she worked in a sex shop.
“No, I haven’t. I’m not going back there either. Mel’s made her bed, and I’m tired of being dragged into her marital mess.” Penny ran her hands over her thighs.
“Is that the only reason you went to the club, ‘cause of Mel and Pea?” Elena asked.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t go there otherwise. I’m not one of their women, and I’m not an old lady.”
“Their women? Is that a polite way of saying you’re not a club whore?” Sarah asked.
“Yes. I couldn’t sleep with that many men. It’s just not who I am.” Penny shrugged, feeling uncomfortable with their scrutiny. “Also, I want a man who’ll stay faithful to me. I don’t want to be worried about him screwing around with another person.”
“You don’t think anyone at the club will do that for you?” Elena asked.
“No. They’re all hound dogs.”
“Actually, I’ve only ever seen Pea cheating on his woman, and she accepts it.”
Penny spun around to see Rage standing behind her. She hadn’t heard him come in, and from the look of anger on his face, he wasn’t in the best of moods.
“You may be part of the local biker club, but you can’t just go running into places believing you own them,” Penny said, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at him.
“He is one of the owners.” Sarah spoke up first, and Penny saw the smile on Rage’s lips.
“You own this place?”
“The club owns this place, as it owns many business ventures.”
“Ugh, I’m sorry.” She turned back to the two women. “I’m sorry. I’m going back home.”
She brushed past him, leaving the shop as fast as she could.
“Don’t even think of storming off.” Rage moved up behind her. She ignored him, and kept on walking upstairs toward her apartment. Opening her door, she didn’t get a chance to slam her door shut as Rage stopped her.
He didn’t let her close the door, so she stormed into her place, turned, and glared at him. Why wasn’t he getting the message?
“What do you want?”
“Where the hell have you been all week?”
“I told you, I’m not getting caught up between my sister and Pea anymore. I’ve got no need to be there, so I’ve stayed away.” Rage flicked the lock on the door, and Penny couldn’t help the beat of arousal that rushed over her at the simple action. It meant nothing. Rage was just a biker who didn’t want to be disturbed.
“You don’t just have to come around because of Pea. You can visit whenever you want.”
“I don’t want to. We talked about this when I dropped you off the last time I saw you. I don’t want anything to do with the club.”
“Are you too good for us? Is that it? Are you a stuck-up little bitch?” Rage took a step forward, spitting vile words at her.
“No, of course not. I never said that.”
“Right, you want a man who doesn’t fucking exist. Get your fucking brain screwed on, princess. Men want to have sex. They want their women to be dirty as fuck in the bedroom, and keep their legs shut for everyone else. We cheat ‘cause we’re not getting what we fucking want.”
“How dare you? You’re a damn pig. Women bend over backwards for men, and what do we get? Spread ‘em for us, or else. It’s a double standard. You’re not the best thing that happened to women. I bet you don’t have a clue how to turn a woman on.”
“What’s the matter, Penny? No one pushed the right button for you, is that it?”
“It’s none of your business.” Her cheeks heated as he smirked.
“I’m right, aren’t I?”