would be no better than they were.
She looked around her living room, although
everything was already straightened up. Working part-time at a consulting firm
as a receptionist, and the other part-time at the club balancing their accounts
payable and received, she wasn’t at home a whole lot. Her house was sparse in
the furnishing department, but she had wanted to be in the comfort of her own
home when she and Cadeon had this talk.
A glance at the clock showed that he would be there
any minute. She looked at the breakfast bar, saw the two boxes of pizza and
case of beer, and couldn’t help snorting in amused embarrassment. When she had
asked him to dinner she had every intention of attempting to make him a meal,
or at the very least ordering something that didn’t come in a cardboard box. Of
course her day had been hectic at work and then at the clubhouse, and the only
thing she had time for was making the phone call for the pizza, and stopping by
the gas station for the beer. Well, she tried, but tonight was more about what
in the hell was going on between them, and not so much about what they would
eat. Stella didn’t even think she could eat anything, what with her stomach in
knots.
The sound of a Harley started a small distance away,
and even though she hadn’t looked out the window, she just knew it was Cadeon.
The rumbling of engines became closer and that had her heart beating faster.
When the sound of the bike was right in her driveway she moved to the living
room window and pushed back the drapes. She didn’t want to look like a freak
peeking at him through the window but she honestly hadn’t been able to help
herself, and, well, she supposed she wanted to make sure her gut was right and
it wasn’t actually her father or a club member that had showed up.
She let the curtain fall back in place, but still
stared out the window. Cadeon climbed off of his big ass Harley, one that was a
monster of a machine, but one he looked damn good on. He wore a pair of dark
jeans that were loose, but fit him well enough that it didn’t hide the raw
power that made him up. He was once again wearing a t-shirt, this one just as
dark as his jeans. Since she had first met him three years ago she didn’t think
he ever wore anything aside from those two pieces of clothing. She had never
seen him in a suit, or even a button down shirt. He took off his helmet but
left his sunglasses on. The sun was already setting on the horizon, and there
was a pink/orange hue that covered the Colorado sky.
Stella moved away from the window when he started
for her front door, but strangely she was suddenly not as nervous as she had
been. She knew she should be, because what they were talking about was
certainly nothing short of very, very important. He knocked on the door three times, and she turned and looked at it.
She was in the living room, but her open floor plan had the kitchen, dining
room, front foyer, and living room all viewable from any point of the
room. She smoothed her sweaty hands on
her skirt and suddenly felt silly for trying to dress up. But a jean skirt and
blouse wasn’t really dressy; at least she tried to tell herself that. Before he
had to start knocking again she moved quickly toward the front door and opened
it. Although she might have just seen him through the window, it still took her
a moment to absorb everything that made up Cadeon Morris.
The brightly colorful tattoos covering his arms
stood out against the material of his shirt, but all she could picture was all
the ink that was hidden by the material. The boots he wore looked nothing short
of the shit-kicker variety, and when she looked into his face she saw he wore
this grin that had all of her girly parts clenching in need.
“You going to let me in or
eye-fuck me all day, girl?” His voice was
so damn deep and masculine, and even with his crude attitude and coarse words, Stella was still a mush of emotions and wants for
him. It was like she hadn’t been
She looked around her living room, although
everything was already straightened up. Working part-time at a consulting firm
as a receptionist, and the other part-time at the club balancing their accounts
payable and received, she wasn’t at home a whole lot. Her house was sparse in
the furnishing department, but she had wanted to be in the comfort of her own
home when she and Cadeon had this talk.
A glance at the clock showed that he would be there
any minute. She looked at the breakfast bar, saw the two boxes of pizza and
case of beer, and couldn’t help snorting in amused embarrassment. When she had
asked him to dinner she had every intention of attempting to make him a meal,
or at the very least ordering something that didn’t come in a cardboard box. Of
course her day had been hectic at work and then at the clubhouse, and the only
thing she had time for was making the phone call for the pizza, and stopping by
the gas station for the beer. Well, she tried, but tonight was more about what
in the hell was going on between them, and not so much about what they would
eat. Stella didn’t even think she could eat anything, what with her stomach in
knots.
The sound of a Harley started a small distance away,
and even though she hadn’t looked out the window, she just knew it was Cadeon.
The rumbling of engines became closer and that had her heart beating faster.
When the sound of the bike was right in her driveway she moved to the living
room window and pushed back the drapes. She didn’t want to look like a freak
peeking at him through the window but she honestly hadn’t been able to help
herself, and, well, she supposed she wanted to make sure her gut was right and
it wasn’t actually her father or a club member that had showed up.
She let the curtain fall back in place, but still
stared out the window. Cadeon climbed off of his big ass Harley, one that was a
monster of a machine, but one he looked damn good on. He wore a pair of dark
jeans that were loose, but fit him well enough that it didn’t hide the raw
power that made him up. He was once again wearing a t-shirt, this one just as
dark as his jeans. Since she had first met him three years ago she didn’t think
he ever wore anything aside from those two pieces of clothing. She had never
seen him in a suit, or even a button down shirt. He took off his helmet but
left his sunglasses on. The sun was already setting on the horizon, and there
was a pink/orange hue that covered the Colorado sky.
Stella moved away from the window when he started
for her front door, but strangely she was suddenly not as nervous as she had
been. She knew she should be, because what they were talking about was
certainly nothing short of very, very important. He knocked on the door three times, and she turned and looked at it.
She was in the living room, but her open floor plan had the kitchen, dining
room, front foyer, and living room all viewable from any point of the
room. She smoothed her sweaty hands on
her skirt and suddenly felt silly for trying to dress up. But a jean skirt and
blouse wasn’t really dressy; at least she tried to tell herself that. Before he
had to start knocking again she moved quickly toward the front door and opened
it. Although she might have just seen him through the window, it still took her
a moment to absorb everything that made up Cadeon Morris.
The brightly colorful tattoos covering his arms
stood out against the material of his shirt, but all she could picture was all
the ink that was hidden by the material. The boots he wore looked nothing short
of the shit-kicker variety, and when she looked into his face she saw he wore
this grin that had all of her girly parts clenching in need.
“You going to let me in or
eye-fuck me all day, girl?” His voice was
so damn deep and masculine, and even with his crude attitude and coarse words, Stella was still a mush of emotions and wants for
him. It was like she hadn’t been
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