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also had the words "Shit Happens" stenciled across the back of his neck. Clearly, Dax was committed to never getting a day job.
The two men were laughing to each other, still casting their eyes in her direction. Dax, especially, was letting his gaze wander the length of her body and often stopping when he landed on her chest. She moved closer to the two men and they immediately met her gaze.
"Hey," Dax said, nodding to her. He looked completely cool, oozing confidence from every pore, a lifetime of letting "shit happen" giving rise to an attitude of pure detachment. He likely didn't give a shit whether Madison had heard what he'd been saying or not, which was a cockiness she found very sexy.
"You guys all talk or what?" she asked.
Troy coughed on his beer. "Excuse me?"
"I thought you wanted to make me a woman," she said flatly, leveling a stare at Troy who met her gaze silently, his eyebrow raising at her candidness.
Dax just stared at their exchange quietly, but she saw his lip curl slightly up into a bit of a smirk from the corner of her eye.
"Do you know who you're taking at?" the older man said, his voice gruff and accusatory, clearly unused to someone calling him out on his behavior.
Dax's lip continued its curl and he now wore a very amused look. "You think you're already a woman?" he asked. "How old are you, anyway, sugar?"
" Yes. 19. And my name is Madison." Madison turned her gaze to the younger man but he didn't continue to meet her stare, instead, he slowly lowered his eyes until he was looking very deliberately at her tits.
" Well like I said to my friend here, I believe you are a woman."
"And I'm still waiting to hear if you guys are all talk," she repeated. Her heart was pounding in her chest, unsure what had made her confront these two bikers with so much bravado. Truth was, she was intensely attracted to their kind, which was why she took this job despite the warnings from her friends and family. She'd always had a very sheltered upbringing, and this was the only way she could think of to get close to real bikers.
Both of Troy's eyebrows rose this time, the scar on his face stretched with the rest of his skin. His mouth turned into a similar grin as he realized that this girl knew what she was doing - or at least thought she did.
Dax 's gaze also returned to her face and he seemed to be considering something for a moment before he spoke. "I think we can prove we're men of action," he said slowly. "But what is it you want, exactly?"
Madison slowly reached out to touch the patch on the breast of his jacket, letting her fingers trace around the fabric and stitching. Desperados MC . Dax's hand shot up and grabbed Madison by the wrist, turning it slightly with her pinky towards her thumb causing her to yelp in pain.
"You never touch a man's patch," he said, his voice grave and his steel eyes hard. The smirk from earlier was gone from his face.
Madison could feel her hand starting to shake. Did she bite off more than she could chew here? She wanted to get close to these men, but was she really ready? Would they let her into their world? And what would be the price of admission? She was already making mistakes, she had no idea of the rules or penalties for not following them.
"Sorry... I j-just..." she paused and took a deep breath to steady herself, her hand still being held firmly in the st rong grip of the biker. "I didn't mean offense," she finished meekly.
The two men just continued to stare at her, no one saying a word for what felt like an eternity to the young bartender. Finally, Dax let go of her hand and stood up. "Jimmy!" he barked.
A slightly overweight and sweaty man rushed over from the other side of the bar, wiping his head with a cloth to clear the sweat before it dripped into his eyes. "Yeah, Dax?"
" Madison here is going on break," he said. "And we need to use your back room."
Jimmy, the manager of the
The two men were laughing to each other, still casting their eyes in her direction. Dax, especially, was letting his gaze wander the length of her body and often stopping when he landed on her chest. She moved closer to the two men and they immediately met her gaze.
"Hey," Dax said, nodding to her. He looked completely cool, oozing confidence from every pore, a lifetime of letting "shit happen" giving rise to an attitude of pure detachment. He likely didn't give a shit whether Madison had heard what he'd been saying or not, which was a cockiness she found very sexy.
"You guys all talk or what?" she asked.
Troy coughed on his beer. "Excuse me?"
"I thought you wanted to make me a woman," she said flatly, leveling a stare at Troy who met her gaze silently, his eyebrow raising at her candidness.
Dax just stared at their exchange quietly, but she saw his lip curl slightly up into a bit of a smirk from the corner of her eye.
"Do you know who you're taking at?" the older man said, his voice gruff and accusatory, clearly unused to someone calling him out on his behavior.
Dax's lip continued its curl and he now wore a very amused look. "You think you're already a woman?" he asked. "How old are you, anyway, sugar?"
" Yes. 19. And my name is Madison." Madison turned her gaze to the younger man but he didn't continue to meet her stare, instead, he slowly lowered his eyes until he was looking very deliberately at her tits.
" Well like I said to my friend here, I believe you are a woman."
"And I'm still waiting to hear if you guys are all talk," she repeated. Her heart was pounding in her chest, unsure what had made her confront these two bikers with so much bravado. Truth was, she was intensely attracted to their kind, which was why she took this job despite the warnings from her friends and family. She'd always had a very sheltered upbringing, and this was the only way she could think of to get close to real bikers.
Both of Troy's eyebrows rose this time, the scar on his face stretched with the rest of his skin. His mouth turned into a similar grin as he realized that this girl knew what she was doing - or at least thought she did.
Dax 's gaze also returned to her face and he seemed to be considering something for a moment before he spoke. "I think we can prove we're men of action," he said slowly. "But what is it you want, exactly?"
Madison slowly reached out to touch the patch on the breast of his jacket, letting her fingers trace around the fabric and stitching. Desperados MC . Dax's hand shot up and grabbed Madison by the wrist, turning it slightly with her pinky towards her thumb causing her to yelp in pain.
"You never touch a man's patch," he said, his voice grave and his steel eyes hard. The smirk from earlier was gone from his face.
Madison could feel her hand starting to shake. Did she bite off more than she could chew here? She wanted to get close to these men, but was she really ready? Would they let her into their world? And what would be the price of admission? She was already making mistakes, she had no idea of the rules or penalties for not following them.
"Sorry... I j-just..." she paused and took a deep breath to steady herself, her hand still being held firmly in the st rong grip of the biker. "I didn't mean offense," she finished meekly.
The two men just continued to stare at her, no one saying a word for what felt like an eternity to the young bartender. Finally, Dax let go of her hand and stood up. "Jimmy!" he barked.
A slightly overweight and sweaty man rushed over from the other side of the bar, wiping his head with a cloth to clear the sweat before it dripped into his eyes. "Yeah, Dax?"
" Madison here is going on break," he said. "And we need to use your back room."
Jimmy, the manager of the
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