Page 6 of Renascence
“Cool.”
I look from his plate to mine, wishing I could eat like him. However, I need to stick to my diet; one wrong thing and I blow up like a balloon.
“You want some?” he asks with a grin, offering a healthy bite on his fork.
“No, thanks.”
I stab some lettuce with my fork, cursing my slow metabolism and people like Venom and Sheila who could probably eat whatever they want.
“What’s the Death Dealers?” I ask.
“It’s the MC I belong to.”
“MC?”
“Motorcycle club.”
“So what, you guys ride together, talk about bikes and stuff?”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Something like that. It’s much more, though. We have elected officers, meetings every month, pay dues, stuff like that.”
“And you’re the treasurer?” I point to the patch on his vest with my fork.
“That’s right. I handle all the money.”
“Okay. And you all wear those leather vests?”
“It’s called a cut, and yeah, we all wear them.”
“Sounds interesting. Can women join?”
“Not our club, but there are female MCs all over.”
“Oh.”
Without missing a beat, he asks, “You wanna get outta here, Em?”
The fork falls from my fingers. “Wh… what?”
“I said….” He leans forward, lowering his voice, his deep register sending tingles shooting through my body. “Do you want to get out of here?”
“But… why?”
“Why do you think?”
“I don’t understand. Other things aside, I’ve been bitchy to you since the moment we met.”
“Maybe I like bitchy. Besides, you’re obviously angry about something, and angry sex isthebest.”
“You want to have sex… withme?”
“Why did you say it like that?” His brows knit in concern.
“Like what?”
“Like you think I’d never even consider it.”
“Because that’s exactly what I think.”
