Page 34 of Prince Charming

“They are going to think we are together.” She whispered.

With his height, he had to drop his head to reply against her ear.

Amusement laced his deep voice. “Let them think what they want, darlin’. We know you can’t stand looking at my handsome as fuck face.”

She snorted, and he grinned at her.

Every woman in the bar noticed Tag. It was like watching whiplash happen as they strained to see him striding by.

A deep feeling of attachment awakened in Marianna, and she nearly placed a hand on his leather jacket to let them know he washerfriend, not theirs.

It’s none of your business, Marianna.

A single biker could date anyone he wanted.

Having learned the details about his family and his role within the MC, she’d become fascinated, pumping him with questions.

The one subject neither had broached was their dating lives, past and present.

Acknowledging he had women in his bed wasn’t something she wanted to face.

The hand on her back rubbed gently, heat shooting through her limbs, making her feel weak and girlie. “If you wanna leave, tell me, okay? And we’ll go.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Marianna.” He warned. She huffed; he used that tone on her often to get his own way. She knew why she allowed it…you like it, that’s why.

She was nervous and stepped closer to him when all eyes turned their way.

There were ten people at the table, looking at her.

“Marianna, meet Snake, his wife Winter. Reaper and Paige, she owns the bakery shop you like. That’s Judge and Angela, Preacher and his second wife Grinder. These ladies are Ruby and Luxe who claim those two knuckleheads. You’ve met Zara, and that’s her old man Rider.”

Collective greetings came one after another. She smiled shyly as Tag situated her and straddled a stool next to her. Grateful for his nearness.

“Hello, it is nice to meet you all. Forgive me if I forget names.”

“I still forget them.” The younger, dark-haired girl called Angela said. “I call them thingy or hey you.”

“The kid has no manners; a psycho raised her.” The man in a beanie hat chuckled and ruffled the girl’s hair. She grinned, slapping his hand away. “We don’t mentionhim, thank you.”

It wasn’t hard to see this group of people were close.

Angela and Judge had to take off soon after, Judge was driving her back to her college campus.

Drinks arrived.

Conversations flowed.

Tag mouthed, “you okay?” His hand briefly touched her knee under the table, shooting static energy across her skin.God.

She managed a smiling nod. Far from okay, but it had nothing to do with the company.

And everything to do with the tingling where his hand lay.

Tag was right, she was having a great time.

Everyone was friendly, though sometimes talking too fast for her to translate. When Winter pointed out she’d seen Marianna in her library, the pair got into a discussion about romance books. Now this she could talk about forever!

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