What did she have to do to make him take her? To make him want to fuck her like before?
She wasn’t broken, and she had forgiven him.
What was it going to take?
ChapterFive
“You cannot embarrass me if you’re here,” Big Dick said.
Harlow rolled her eyes. “Believeit or not, I have no intention of embarrassing you.”
“You’ve got to learn to use your filter.”
This was coming from a guy called Big Dick in an MC club. She had to be the one to use a filter. No one could say his name out loud without there being some sort of strange looks. She hated it when he was like this.
“Fine, George, what else do you need me to do? Do I need to wear my best dress, and pin my hair back? Maybe be spoken to and act dumb?”
He glared at her, and she glared right back.
“I’m doing you a favor.”
She stuck her tongue out.
“Do I need to separate the two of you?” Hunter asked, coming into the clubhouse’s kitchen.
Harlow continued to glare at herbrother. “No, that’s fine. Don’t worry,George, I’ll be on my best behavior. No sudden outbursts from me.”
Her big brother glared at heragain, but he didn’t say another word as he turned on his heel and left.
“You do know he hates his name.”
“Don’t care. He wants to go telling me to have a filter while he’s walking around with a stupid, and quite frankly, gross name.” She wrinkled her nose.
And now she was alone with Hunter. The Hell’s Bastards VP. The one close beside Smokey but also the one guy out ofthe whole freaking town that seemed to get under her skin without much help, and it was so frustratingly annoying.
Sheglanced at the fridge and then checked the freezer, very much aware of the fact he was still in the kitchen. Still close by.
“Do you have everything you need?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’ve bought Abriana a pumpkin. She said there’s this recipe that is amazing, and she wants to try it and feels like she won’t mess it up.”
Harlow picked up the large pumpkin.
She had to wonder if she should feelembarrassed for the pumpkin or not. She hoped Abriana knew what she was doing with this thing.
Harlow finished putting away all of the grocery shopping and turned toward Hunter.
He stood close. Maybe a little too close.
She hadn’t been alone with him for a long time. Did he … like her? She wasn’t so good at reading these kinds of things, and she didn’t know for sure if she was just trying to find something that wasn’t there.
“So, er, are you a big fan of the holidays?” she asked.
“No.”
“You’re not?”
“It’s a waste of time and money.”