Page 14 of One Night with the Biker

“We need to talk, Pinocchio.”

“It’s not even eight in the morning, Roman.”

I tried to push my way in, but he resisted just as fiercely, aided by that fucking latch. “Open the door. I’m paying for the room, asshole.”

A green eye replaced the long nose. “Fuck!”

“Dayton?” a female voice purred. “What’s going on? Come back to bed, baby. I want to suck you off again.”

Disbelief, fury, and outrage warred for space inside me and came out in a furious growl.

“I can explain,” Dayton said quickly.

The moment he removed the latch, I shoved the door open and slammed his ass against the wall. The waitress who’d served us last night at the casino swept her gaze over me and smiled.

“I can explain,” Dayton repeated, walking into my line of vision with his hands raised in supplication. “It isn’t what you think. It’s just a paid fling.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Don’t tell Ainsley. Please, Roman. It would break my heart to lose her.”

The chick cackled.

“I-I just want some experience to know how to please her when we get married.”

Motherfucker faced me, so he didn’t see the waitress roll her eyes and shake her head. She knew something about Ainsley.

I smiled at Dayton and patted his head. “I understand.”

Face-to-face, he looked decent. Ainsley found him nice-looking. I assumed she hadn’t seen his profile.

“Pre-wedding jitters.”

Dayton nodded. “I love your little sister so much. She hasn’t even accepted my proposal.” He rocked on his heels and scratched his jaw. “It’spre-engagementjitters. I love her,” he reiterated.

Motherfucker’s nose grew by ten inches. It would be the first to go, followed by his lying fucking lips.

I transferred my gaze to the woman glowering at motherfucker’s back. “Dayton mentioned Ainsley?”

She clamped her jaw shut and turned away.

I dug a grand out of my wallet. “Money’s yours if you tell me what you know, babe.”

“She knows nothing!” Dayton cried. “I thought you liked and trusted me. I thought—”

“I need my car repaired,” the waitress cut in. “Make it two and I’ll talk.”

I only had five more on me. “Take it or leave it,” I told her.

She held out her hand.

“Talk first,” I ordered.

“Ainsley got dark hair and, uh, like amber eyes?”

“Enough! Shut the fuck up now,” Dayton ordered.

Elbowing him in the fucking head, I watched as he dropped like a sack of shit, then I lit a cigarette. “How do you know how my sister looks?”

Turning on her back, she stared at the ceiling, revealing a luscious rack. Fuck, I wouldn’t mind motorboating those beauties. She heaved in a breath and her tits jiggled.

“He got a video of her,” she finally confessed.

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