“Who’s asking?” With a body like his, I might want to be the person he was looking for.
He squatted beside me and removed his shades.
My heart lodged in my throat. I knew that face. “You!”
Mr. Biker Prez was here? At Lake Waleska?
“Happy to see me, are you?” A cocky grin stretched across his handsome face.
“Shocked is more like it. You’re not following me, are you?” God, was he stalking me?
“Maybe.” His eyes raked over my legs, stomach, and chest. Shit! I’d forgotten I was in a bikini. “Or maybe it’s kismet.”
“Eyes up here,Prez.” I snapped my fingers. “Kismet? Yeah, right. When did bikers start using words like kismet?” I lifted up on my elbows, stifling a laugh.Kismet. Was he trying to impress me?
“Polka dots look good on you.” He sat beside me, onmyblanket with very little space between us. His long legs stretched out in front of him, and his thick thighs touched mine. I clenched down low and prayed he couldn’t smell my instant arousal over the sunscreen I’d put on earlier. “Whatcha doing here?” He ignored my question. Albeit a sarcastic question but still,rudeto disregard it.
“Sunbathing.” How weird was it that we were both wearing blue and white?
“I see that. Been watching you for over an hour. Worried you’d get sunburned when you fell asleep. You here alone?”
Creepy biker stalker for sure. Crap. What was I gonna do?
“What areyoudoing here?” I disregarded his question like he had mine.
“Asked you first.”
“Are you here alone?” I was determined to not share anything about myself. My heart rate rose the longer I imagined him watching me for an hour. Was he stalking me? Goose bumps sprouted on my arms at the thought. The crime investigation shows I liked to watch flashed behind my eyes. Would a stupidly sexy biker kill an innocent woman sunbathing on the shoreline of a lake?
Jeez, get a grip. He’s not here to kill you.All I knew was that he was a biker—the president of an MC. That only meant one thing,dangerous.
“Yes.” His dark eyes burned into mine. “Gonna answer my questions now?”
“No.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Shit. You’re one tough little lady, aren’t you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Listen, I’m here to relax and enjoy the sun. I’m not looking for… company.”
He smirked. “Me either. No harm in relaxing together, though. How about you don’t bother me, and I won’t bother you?’
“I haven’t bothered you.”
“Baby, in that bikini, you’re bothering me big time.” He stroked his cock with a wry grin.
Oh, my God!
“Now, shh, let’s soak up the sun. But first, rub some of that sunscreen you’ve got there on my chest.” He stretched out next to me, crossing his arms behind his head. My eyes zeroed in on his massive biceps.
Mercy, he was a magnificent specimen of strength and sex appeal. But his sexiness didn’t matter. He was a biker. This was my damn vacation.
“Um, rub some on yourself, Mr. Prez.” I tossed the bottle onto his gut.
He didn’t so much as flinch when it landed on his abs.
“Storm.”
“What?”