Lib Novel Page 40
No matter how much she says she likes me or trusts me, I don’t peg Margot for a woman who’s comfortable jumping into bed with someone she barely knows. What’s the point of giving her “lessons” if we start off on a rocky foundation? All my hands-on training will be wasted.
“Let’s hang out one on one,” I suggest. “When you’re not under the influence of pot brownies. And we’ll see how things go.”
Pink spreads over her cheeks and she ducks her head. “Sure. I’d like that.”
“Good. What time do you want me here?”
“Um, six. Is that okay?”
“I’ll be here.” I slap my hands on my thighs and stand. “I better get going.”
She stands, an uncertain expression playing over her face. I sure as fuck want to stay. Take her to her room, strip her down, and teach her all the ways our bodies can work together.
“Sure.” She nods quickly. “It’s a long drive.”
Maybe she doesn’t want me to stay. A few charming words and I could easily convince her.
But that’s not what I want.
“I’m sorry, I never asked,” she says in an apologetic tone. “Where do you live? Near Teller’s place?”
“No, between our downstate charter near Union and the upstate charter.”
“Oh. That is a long drive then. I’m sorry I kept you.”
“It’s fine. I’ll crash at Upstate’s clubhouse tonight. Z and Rock will probably call us to a joint church since everyone was here for the wedding.”
“Church?” she asks over her shoulder as she returns to the kitchen.
Why didn’t I just use an easier to understand civilian word? “Not what you’re thinking.” I follow her into the kitchen and set my mug on the counter. “It’s our mandatory meeting where we all sit down and touch base about club business, discuss problems, see if anyone needs anything, plan future road trips, stuff like that.”
A slight smirk plays at the corners of her kissable lips. “How very corporate of you.”
She pushes through the door that leads to the hallway. My gaze strays to her pink shoes neatly lined up on the bottom step, then higher.
No. I’m not walking her upstairs or asking to see her place. No matter how sober she seems now, it’s not the right time. I’ve never slept with a woman who wasn’t one hundred percent with it and I’m not starting now. No matter how much I want her.
Nothing I “teach” her would probably stick, anyway.
Keep telling yourself it’s all about the lessons, buddy.
The hint of amusement on her face fades. She puts her back to the door leading outside and stares up at me. “You won’t discuss…this…you know, what I asked you to teach me with your club, right?”
“What? No. What kind of guy do you think I am?”
“Well, you pointed out that your deal with my father is a business relationship and you said church is for discussing business…” She shrugs.
“Gotcha.” I nod quickly. “No, I won’t say anything.” Unless it becomes a problem. Z doesn’t tell anyone else where to stick their dicks. In fact, he was fuckin’ Stella, our most valuable porn star, before he married Lilly. So it’d be real hypocritical of him to say something about me “educating” Margot. Hell, even Rooster has only suggested I not fuck his mother-in-law to be.
No, wait. Those threats probably weren’t suggestions.
This deal is Upstate’s action. But there’s no fuckin’ way I’m asking Teller for his, what, permission? Fuck that. Besides, Rock told me to keep Margot occupied, so I’m following orders. The daughter of our business partner has a problem and I’m going to help her solve it. Simple as that.
That’s the excuse I’ll use if the club finds out and questions me. I can say it with a straight face—probably.
“I won’t say anything about us unless I have to,” I promise.
“Why would you have to?”