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“I don’t like them too much,” I admit.
She nods. “Savage told me one of them grabbed you. I’m sorry. That’s a horrible introduction to club life. Please don’t judge Fang on that one guy. I promise we aren’t like that normally.”
I smile. “I know. Fang has been nothing but kind to me. We had a bit of a miscommunication earlier, but we straightened it out.”
“I probably didn’t help with that. What is up with these men failing to communicate well? He didn’t even tell me that you were coming. I thought we were better friends than that.” She huffs.
“He didn’t invite me himself. He sent the invite through Happy, or Happy invited me on his behalf, I don’t know. Eitherway, when I got here, I thought he wanted me here as a dancer. Trust me, I know what you mean about communication.”
“Men. Am I right?” She rolls her eyes.
“The worst.”
“Like, Savage is a great guy, but why does he leave his socks on the floor? The hamper is right there. He can walk the two steps over to it, but instead he sits down, peels them off, then tosses them in the general direction, almost never making it into the actual hamper. It annoys me to no end,” she says, but the smile on her face says she’s joking.
“Oh yeah. I bet that is the worst.” I laugh trying to imagine it.
“Trust me, you will figure it out for yourself one day. Men are great for some things, like opening tight jars, reaching the top shelf, and the orgasms they give us, but in other areas they suck. Ask them to take the trash out? Five to ten business days. I swear.” She crosses her heart as if she is making a serious statement.
She is so over-the-top about it that I can’t help but burst out laughing.
She joins me. “You think I’m kidding, but I cannot wait for the day you call me and start the conversation with ‘Let me tell you about this bastard.’ I will be the one laughing as you complain about all the little things that annoy you. Don’t get me wrong. You still love them to death, but sometimes you think you could stab them. Just a little bit. Maybe with a fork. In a meaty area with no vital organs. Like a shoulder.”
I can’t breathe with the way I am laughing. My stomach hurts as I try to catch my breath. I can imagine it too. Sweet Bailey stabbing big, serious Savage. He would probably welcome it with the way he dotes on her.
Could that be what it would be like for me and Fang? Could I fall in love with him so much that even when the little things annoy me, I still want to be with him?
I’m envious of Bailey and Savage. They seem to have it all figured out. I want what they have.
I only need to be brave enough to grab onto it.
“They need to go home.” I groan as we make our way toward the office.
Savage laughs. “You used to party with the best of them. Now that you got yourself a girl you don’t like it anymore?”
I shrug. “I don’t like that they were disrespecting our clubhouse.”
His face turns to stone. “I will be having a discussion with their president about that in the morning. Bailey killed herself to make this place nice. I refuse to let them ruin it.”
“Agreed.”
As we approach the office, I prepare myself for the mess that Cami will be. I should have taken her home. I shouldn’t have subjected her to this shit.
This is my life, though. I hate that I’m not sure how to have her and this life too. I want them both.
Opening the door, I’m surprised when I hear laughter. When I see it’s Cami barely keeping it together as she laughs, the weight on my chest lifts.
“Sounds like you two are having fun,” I say, glancing at Bailey as I mouth “thank you.”
She nods. “Yeah, I’ve been informing Cami here what it’s like to be with a biker man. I’ll warn you, Fang. The socks better make it to the hamper. Don’t risk your shoulder.”
That sends Cami into another laughing fit as Savage groans.
“Seriously? I have done better. Why do you have to torture me like this, Hellcat?” Savage walks over to her, pulling her from her chair. She goes willingly into his arms.
“Better, but I still found socks on the floor yesterday, so yeah.”
Cami chokes out. “Hide the forks.”
