Page 21 of Barristers & Bones

Roman clenched the steering wheel and locked his jaw as he pulled out of Diego’s parking lot.

I studied his face curiously. “Are you mad at me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because when we walked out to the garage, you had your skirt hiked up to your goddamn waist with your crotch pressed to that bike, and those two men were eye-fucking you.”

I gasped and narrowed my eyes. “You didnotjust say that to me.”

“Yes, I believe I did.”

“You’re wrong. They were perfectly appropriate. It was a great afternoon, so don’t ruin it.” I folded my arms and looked out the window. “And they were not staring at my ass,” I mumbled.

“They wereabsolutelystaring at your ass. You bent over right in front of them, and they didn’t have a fucking choice. It’s like throwing bacon in front of untrained dogs and telling them not to go after it. That doesn’t mean they’d touch you unless you signaled you were up for it, but they sure as fuck will look.”

My cheeks heated, and I changed the subject. “What did Diego mean about you having a claim on me?”

“They’re part of a motorcycle club, and Diego has a few members he thought might be interested in you.”

“Oh, that’s nice I guess. I don’t date, though. Law school is more than enough.” I stared out the window.

“That’snice? Do you know what it would be like to be owned by a member?”

I turned to him. “I’ve read books, but maybe I missed something, so why don’t you tell me?” He ground his teeth but didn’t speak, and I thought it was better not to push him.

“Where are we going now?”

“To lunch, back to the office, and then I’ll take you home.”

“I have food at home. You can just drop me off there.”

“No.”

I glared at him. “You need to learn some new words. Every time I ask for anything, you say no.”

He didn’t answer, and I sat silently sulking. A few moments later, he glanced over and his lips twitched. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” I asked suspiciously.

“Exactly. Blessed silence. Not a goddamned thing–no questions, no snarky remarks, no arguments.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so funny. Seriously, why do you have to drive me around everywhere? Especially if you don’t even like me?”

“Because I want to. What are you hungry for?”

Shrugging, I looked out the window. “I usually eat a cheese stick and an apple for lunch. I’m not picky.”

“Okay. How about La Fontaine?”

“Too fancy.”

He glance at me. “Chubbs?”

“Too greasy.”

“Ruby’s Diner.”

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