Page 36 of Sapphire's Gem
“Bock, bock,” Wylde said childishly, and my mouth opened in an ‘O’.
“Fine! Do not blame me when we don’t pass over the threshold and we both get kicked out!”
“Sapphire, I couldn’t give a fuck. And there’s no way they’d kick me out.”
“Yeah, you.”
“If you’re on my arm, they won’t touch you either. Trust me, Saph, I’d never let anyone hurt or embarrass you.”
Wylde pulled up outside the clubhouse and put the truck into park. He undid his seatbelt and turned to cup my face. Calmly and sincerely, Wylde gazed into my eyes.
“You’d never do that.”
He held my eyes for a few more seconds before breaking off. He swung out of the truck, headed around to my side, and opened my door.
“Come on, woman, let’s get you inside,” he said.
“You’re making a mistake taking me.”
“Then I’m forewarned.” Wylde didn’t bother arguing as he escorted me to the doors. Vengeance stood outside with Twilight and Fortune. They spoke nothing as Wylde walked me over to them. I saw the devil in his eyes just as he leaned forward and kissed my cheek.
“Sweet dreams,” he murmured and sauntered back to his car. My eyes were latched firmly onto his fine ass, and I shivered.
“Well now, that’s a surprise,” Fortune said. I glared at my treasurer as Vengeance sent me a disbelieving look. Twilight looked amused as Wylde’s truck swung around and headed out of the compound. The gates closed behind him, and all three turned to face me.
“Don’t go there!” I exclaimed, dashed indoors, and made my way to my apartment. Damn, Wylde and his ability to turn me inside out.
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I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Wylde had told her to dress comfortably, but did that mean something different to him? We’d exchanged text messages this week, and I’d tried wriggling out of this, but he’d accused me of not keeping my promise. That was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, thefuck I ever broke my word. I puffed out my cheeks and decided I would do.
I wore a pair of skinny, blue jeans, a white tank, my cut and a leather jacket over the top with the club’s patch on. My hair was down, and I’d let it go to its natural waves. It was my one vanity, and I loved it. I’d put makeup on and hadn’t gone overboard. Wearing heavy makeup wasn’t me. I preferred a simpler look.
I left my apartment, and Nun whistled as she came out of her room. “Bitch, you are rocking it!”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t let those fuckers look down at you, Prez, you’re way better than them,” she said, falling into step with me.
“Where are you off to?”
“Got a new boy auditioning today at the strip club. I’m going to help Tinkerbell put him through his paces.”
“How old?” I asked, alerted by her language.
“He’s legal, don’t worry, Tinkerbell had Cyber run him. He’s twenty-five.”
“No fucking the employees,” I warned her, and Nun laughed.
“Just those I take on as escorts, right?” she teased back. I couldn’t argue with her. While she didn’t have to sleep with them, Nun argued, how would we know if they were any good if someone wasn’t test-driving them? As much as I hated to admit it, she had a point.
“Have fun, Prez,” Nun said as she skipped off. I spotted Wylde standing by the entrance with a smirk on his face as Nun went towards him. She paused and whispered something in his ear, which made him blanch before he grinned. Nun patted his skin and headed outside as Wylde’s eyes turned to me.
Heat seeped into his eyes as he took me in, from my black ankle boots to my hair. He waited as I approached him, studiously ignoring my sisters, who were out and out staring.
“You look stunning,” Wylde said with a warm smile.
“Somehow I doubt the country club will approve.”
