Page 27 of Property of Scythe
Oh, wow. “Okay,” I manage to answer beyond the sudden pounding of my heart.
He moves closer, glancing at his daughter and noticing she’sstill playing with several dolls, too busy to watch us. “Come out with me tonight. It’s Friday and I want to show you off.”
“What time?”
“I’ll pick you up at eight. Wear something warm. It’ll be chilly on my bike.”
“I can do that.”
“Leave those sexy skirts at home for me. I don’t wanna kick anyone’s ass later.”
Huh?
He winks. “Wear the purple thong.”
OMG! He saw my underwear the other day! “Scythe!”
A dark chuckle tumbles from his lips. “Lottie, darlin’, you need to get used to my dirty mouth. It’s gonna be all over you soon.”
I can’t form a coherent response, fumbling as I flush so red I must look like a tomato.
“See ya at eight,” he announces before he scoops up his daughter and leaves me alone, blinking at his audacity.
I don’t know what to expect tonight, but I’m looking forward to it.
I CAN’T FIGURE OUTwhat to wear. It seems silly. I doubt Scythe’s going to care, but I fuss in front of the mirror, changing outfits almost a dozen times. It’s like I’ve never been on a date or kissed a man before now.
It’s been a long time, but I’m no virgin. My last serious relationship ended in college because Jace couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. I get that people want to explore and havefun during that time, but don’t make a commitment to someone if you don’t intend to keep it.
I finally choose a pair of jeans that fit snug but have plenty of stretch. I’m wearing a deep green tank top and paired it with a cardigan that fades from top to bottom in multiple shades of green that match. I’ve paired it with a comfortable pair of well-worn black boots, so my feet won’t hurt. Once I add a few pieces of gold jewelry, I glance in the mirror.
I look good. My makeup is perfect, and I braided my hair, knowing the wind will only tangle it during my ride with Scythe. It’s also easier to have the long strands out of my face while we’re doing whatever it is that he has planned.
Once I’m ready, I grab a small cross-body bag and stuff the essentials into it, including lip gloss, a compact with a mirror, my keys, and wallet. I leave my room when I hear my doorbell and rush to answer it.
When I look through the peephole, I see Scythe. He grins when I open the door, whistling as he boldly checks me out.
“Goddamn, Lottie. You look good enough to eat, baby.”
I know just how he plans to do it. The idea of him diving between my legs nearly makes me clench my thighs together. “Lookin’ good yourself, biker man.”
He laughs. “Grab a coat. We’re gonna be outdoors most of the night.”
I walk to the closet and pull out my leather jacket, shrugging it on and zipping it up as we walk toward the door. Scythe is staring at me as I reach him. “What?”
“Fuck. You look smokin’ hot in leather.”
“Good to know,” I tease.
“But you’d look even better with my property patch on it.”
I have no idea what that means. “I’m sure that’s significant to you.”
“It is, darlin’. When the time is right, I’ll explain it to you.”
“I’ll hold you to it.”
Outside, I see his bike. It’s parked in front of the building, in direct sight of the door. “I’ve never ridden a motorcycle,” I admit as he helps me with a helmet, strapping it under my chin.
