Page 37 of Xander
The moment she returned with a cold beer, I seemed to come unstuck.
As I took it from her hand, I stared into her eyes and said one word, “Same.”
Then I stepped around her and headed to the room for church.
I felt her eyes on me as I went.
Merlin was there with his laptop, and when I entered the room, his eyes came to me, then he asked, “You good?”
I lifted my chin, then moved to my chair.
Thankfully, we now have comfortable office chairs.
Those old folding metal chairs fucking sucked.
Everyone started filing in then.
And that was when I caught sight of Nola.
I slammed my beer on the table, then stood up, shoulder checked a few brothers out of my way, then made my way out of the room and to the main room.
She was carrying one of those tabletops.
One of those tabletops that weighed at least fifty pounds, if not more.
In three long strides, I had the tabletop in my hands and was glaring at her, “The fuck are you thinking?”
She glared up at me, “I’m helping, Xander.”
“You’re a small thing. Really?” I asked.
Then she planted her hands on her hips, “Look. I might be small, but I’m strong. Just because I have a vagina doesn’t mean I can’t do things.”
Seeing that she was right, I said, “You ain’t lifting heavy shit.”
She snorted, “That isn’t heavy. My ass is heavier than that table.”
I knew from hearing it, and seeing it, that a man was a stupid motherfucker if he ever told his woman that she was a fat ass.
I didn’t need to ask her to let me feel her up to see if she was right.
I didn’t need to be thinking about her ass in my hands.
Those perfect fucking globes of hers, the way the denim stretched around her ass... fuck me.
I shook my head mentally.
And knew I had just dug myself a hole.
Therefore, I asked, “What am I going to have to do to get myself out of the hole I’m now in?”
She smirked, then she smiled, “Just carry it over there.”
I nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”
I carried it over to where she had pointed, set it down, then I spun, grabbed the nearest prospect by his throat, lifted him, and slammed him into the wall.
Then I growled, “You ever stand there and let a woman carry a fucking thing in the clubhouse, I’ll bash your fucking brains in. Clear?”
