Page 144 of Filthy Love

“I got shit timing,” half-laughed Tag rubbing his face that appeared a little flushed. She sipped the tea, grimaced at the taste, wishing it was coffee and asked him why. “‘Cause I had an idea I’d ask you for a date the next time you were in town.” Her eyes went cartoon large.Ohh. “Had a mind to do it the other day but too many people were around, and I got stage fright. What with you being the prez’s sister and off limits.”

Gia scoffed. “I’m not off limits.” Quickly followed by a laugh, embarrassed at the conversation. “Well, I am. But not because of your boss. He just thinks he’s in charge of me.”

“It’s the rule we got, babe. All female relatives are off limits.”

“That’s stupid.”

He grinned his white tooth smile and she didn’t feel a tiny flicker of interest for the handsome face with his sweep of dirty blond hair and vivid eyes the color of the bottom of a Mediterranean pool. So, if he had asked her out her answer would have still been a polite thank you but no.

“Lucky for me I suppose since I didn’t get around to asking you out…” he tried for a smile, but Gia saw he was uncomfortable rubbing a hand around the back of his neck.

She didn’t have a chance to reassure him it was fine because Hawk standing in the doorway glaring at Tag began to roar a chest noise. A great big pissed off rattle.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Jesus.” Tag exclaimed with choked laugh.

“Hawk will do. Better still, your fucking VP. What the fuck did you just say to my girl?”

His girl.Oh, boy. The burst of happiness in her chest made up for the shitty argument earlier.

She put down the cup and went to him immediately, placing her hand on his wide chest and another to his belly.

“I was just talking to Tag and you can stop that growling please, baby.”

“I’m gonna leave you to it…” Tag wisely decided but had to push by Hawk still blocking the doorway. He sent Gia his eyes for a second and she saw regret there. He mouthedsorryto her.

“Out.” Hawk barked low to his buddy and grabbed her in by the waist.

She went willingly, kissing his jaw.

Once they were alone she let go of a sigh.

“So, that was a day, huh?”

He grunted, spanning her waist and he dropped his head, taking her lips.

The faint taste of scotch on his tongue intoxicated her as he lashed into her mouth, claiming and owning. She ran her hands up the span of his chest, his every exhale showing how tortured he was by this. “Let’s go grab some dinner, little bit.”

And that’s all she wanted at the end of every day.

Even if every person in her life didn’t approve of her choices.

She just wanted to go grab food with the biker love of her life.

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It was much later that night when he left Gia sated in her bed after she’d ridden hell out of him and he thought his balls might die when he climbed back on to his Harley and took the ride back to the club.

With one specific task in mind.

Not to find Rider and air out their differences. Shit with him would work out on its own time, he didn’t need to push it.

Nah. He was here for someone else.

He strode through the club, ignoring the drinking and brothers pulling on blunts and the half-naked women sprawled on laps.

Hawk found who he was looking for in a back room drinking neat bourbon and playing pool by himself. He closed over the door with a quick click and faced Tag.

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