Page 4 of Tank
“Quiet night, really not much happened.”
Packing my stuff up, she replaces it with hers.
“I’m off to get some sleep. Let me know if anything big happens.”
Nodding, she gets comfy as I leave. God, I need sleep and coffee. Pulling into a spot near my new favorite coffee shop, I stop to get coffee and a sugar rush. This place has the best Danish ever. Pushing open the door, I make my way to the counter.
“Good morning, what can I get for you?” asks the bright young girl serving.
Ahh, to be this young, innocent, and cheerful.
“Black coffee, as large as you can. Think bucket like.”
“I feel ya,” she laughs as she turns and reaches for a massive cup.
“I’ll take a Danish too, please,” I say as I go to find a seat.
Choosing a comfy chair in a little corner, I rest my head back and close my eyes for a moment. Suddenly feeling a presence next to me, I open my eyes ever so slightly and staring right at me, with that sexy, cheeky grin, is Tank.
“Morning, beautiful.”
“Well, morning to you too,” I reply, fully opening my eyes and sitting up.
The serving girl chooses this moment to bring me my order.
“Your usual, Tank?” The girl says as she pushes her chest out and bats her eyelashes at him. It takes all I have not to roll my eyes at her.
“Yes, please, darlin’,” he replies, without taking his eyes from me.
With a huff, she turns and goes back to the counter.
“Mind if I join you?”
“Sure,” says my mouth before my brain has kicked in with a reason why not to.
God, I need to stay on my toes around him. Clearly, my common sense has left me to fend for myself. He pulls out a chair and sits opposite me. He seems too relaxed and sure of himself.
“Glad I bumped into you, was wanting to see you again,” he says with that bloody, lickable dimple appearing as he smirks. That dimple and smirk combined should come with a warning.
“Really? Why is that?”
“You intrigue me, Doll.”
“Okay, first, don’t call me Doll. I am not yours, or anyone’s for that matter. Second, why would anything about me intrigue you?”
His chuckle is deep and rumbles out of him. I’m not sure whether to be turned on or pissed off.
“A woman who can handle a firearm like you did, is definitely worth getting to know better, plus your sassy,” he adds.
Okay, I can respect a man that likes a strong woman and sass. Maybe, and that is a huge maybe, I’ll give him a little leeway, but only a little. He’s gotta earn it.
“Okay then, Tank, let’s get to know each other better. Tell me something about yourself?”
Knowing bikers, most like to think they are an enigma and need to be mysterious.
“Well, I’m Pine Ridge born and raised, I have a crazy sister, and I love my club. Now your go.”
“I’m new to town, an only child, just my dad and me,” I say, not wanting to give too much away.
