Page 37 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“Let me tell the story, okay?”
“Okay. Sorry. But what does he look like? I mean, it was dark at Sonny’s, and you were yards away.”
“He’s gorgeous. He’s tall, broad-shouldered with narrow hips, and blond hair that brushes over his collar. But it was his eyes that captured me. I swear to God, Janey, when we locked eyes, I felt something. It was weird, like I knew him, you know?”
“Nope, but I get it.”
“So, then he asks—or assumes—I must be one of the dancers from the club’s business.”
Her eyes get huge again. “Are you telling me he thought you werea stripper? That’s why I picked you up there?”
“They’re called dancers, Janey.”
“Whatever. And you let him think that?”
“What choice did I have?” My voice rises.
“Did you tell him your real name?”
“Of course not. I’m notthatstupid.”
“So, what name did you tell him?”
“Desiree. It was the first name I could think of.”
“What if he goes there looking for you? Won’t he be surprised when she’s not you.”
I shrug. “It won’t matter. I won’t be there, and he has no way of finding me.”
“Oh, really? You’re connected by the MC.”
“He’s never in Cali. I’ll never see him again.”
“I call bullshit on that, but go on with your story. Then what happened with this biker? Which, I’ll remind you, you claimed you wanted nothing to do with.”
“A biker? I know, right?”
She shakes her head. “I knew it. I knew that was all a bunch of baloney.”
“Anyway, he kissed me, and it was so good. I’ve never had anyone kiss me the way he does.”
“Oh, my God. You’re in love with this guy.”
“I am not. Do you want to hear the story or not?”
“Sorry. Go on.”
“Shine takes me into the bedroom, then he leads me into the bathroom. He flips the water on in the shower. Then without a word, he reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head before I can even react. I cover myself, but he pulls myhands away, telling me I’m gorgeous. And the way he looked at me when he said it—Ifeltgorgeous.”
“Holy hell. It’s getting hot in here.” Janey waves her hand in front of her face.
“Then he strips out of his clothes, and oh my gosh, Janey, he’s got the body of a God. He’s perfect and covered in ink, and of course he doesn’t have a shred of modesty or shame in letting me look my fill. And his ass…” I bring my fingertips to my lips and kiss them, making the Italian gesture for a chef’s kiss. “Magnifique.”
“You are shameless. Go on.”
“We took a shower. He washed me and I washed him, then we ended up in the bed and fucked our brains out.”
“And he was good?”
