Page 4 of Filthy Love

Taking one last look in the full mirror in her bedroom, Gia grabbed what she’d need for the day soon as she filled her travel cup of coffee and her files.

Work, for once, wasn’t her primary thought.

Oh, she had her notes ready for her two clients this morning, they were long standing appointments, with hopes to make some progress with both couples today.

But it was what she was doing at lunch time that dominated her mind.

Would he be there?

Would he speak?

Over the years she’d coveted every sly glance turned her way from Hawk. She’d squirreled them like a drug addict looking for a fix. Those glances full of sexy, unexplainable darkness stripping her naked kept her wet and wanting at night and hungry for a love that was forever out of reach.

Their interactions of the past months hadn’t gone so well. Since she’d messaged Hawk on his birthday, a stupid impulse because she couldn’t help herself, it was mostly dead air between them. Either the man didn’t know how a friendship worked or he was entirely bored hearing from his best friend’s little sister.

Or he was in a relationship and found Gia to be an incredible pest.

Jesus. She sighed, hooking a leather purse over her shoulder, her briefcase and pink travel mug full of her morning coffee was next.

She sounded like one of those tragic Netflix series where everyone dies in the end.

She was in love with her brother’s best buddy and club vice president and had been for years. Nearly a decade if she was counting the change.

It was too long to lust after the unattainable without doing something about it.

More so now than ever it was time she made her move.

Hit or miss, she’d know once and for all if Hawk wanted to date her.

There was plenty of guys who did, and she barely put in any effort to any relationship, she was cognizant of being only half present with her heart, her mind and anything else that came with dedicating yourself to a partner and all because she wanted the unreachable.

With a promise to make this year the year she really gave it a shot and stopped hoping that idiot man made his damn move, seriously, he was slower than a turtle in shit going backward, and if it didn’t go her way, then Gia could move on with her love life, invest it in someone who wanted her fully.

Many things have drawn Gia to Hawk over the years.

She’d questioned once if she were a closeted masochist. But it’s not that.

His dominance enlivened her.

His veiled desire ignited her blood.

His magnetism, albeit a grumpier version, simply captivated her.

Locking up her modest house, she walked the short way down to her car, pressing the locking mechanism to open the door as she approached. Already her belly was in knots.

She looked good. Grace Kelly assured her of that last night when she helped pick the outfit.

Now it was just a matter of waiting those few hours before she went to meet her dad at the MC.

And hope Hawk was around.

Win the guy. Live happily ever after? Gia chuckled to herself.

Life goals were good to have, it was what she told her clients.

A goal like Hawk?

There was the challenge.

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