Page 5 of Hunter (Hell's Bastards MC)

“Hunter,” she said.

He smiled and she hated how that lilt of hislips looked so good on him. He was a guy who rarely smiled and whenhe did, it changed the look of his face.

“You’re alone,” he said.

“You don’t miss a thing, do you?”

He chuckled.

The waitress, whose name she couldn’t remember, brought over theplate of fries.

“Hi, Hunter,” the woman said, her voicedripping with promise.

Harlow rolled her eyes.

“What can I get you?”

There was clearly a double meaning to the question. She ignoredit and grabbed her fork, stabbing at the fries. How do some womendo it? How do they seem to approach the men they want and hold thepromise of something more within their voice without saying theywant sex? Harlow was not sexual. She didn’t know how to do thefeminine things other women seemed to do.

“Coffee, burger, and fries,” he said.

“Ugh, you do know she’s vegan, right?” thewoman asked.

Harlow glared at the woman. “He’saware.”

The woman gave a chuckle and even placed a hand on Hunter’sshoulder. Why was she even touching him?

Harlow went back to her plate of fries andtried to ignore the man opposite her.It didn’t last long.

“Where’re your besties?” she asked.

“My besties?”

She forced herself to look up to find himstaring at her. Shoving a large forkful of fries into her mouth,she chewed before answering. “Younever go anywhere without someone. Your besties.Your club. Your gang?”

Hunter chuckled. “They’re busy.”

“Ah, right, of course.”

Again, another chuckle, which pissed her off. She wanted to askhim what he found so funny, but she didn’t really want to know. Shedidn’t want to be a laughingstock or the butt of the joke. Beenthere, done that.

“You’re a jealous little thing, aren’t you?”he asked.

Harlow looked at him. “Jealous, of who?”

“Of that woman.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“No? It didn’t bother you, her flirting with me?”

Harlow ate some more of her fries but herappetite was starting to wane. “I’m guessing you’re used to womanflirting withyou.”

He nodded. “That is true.”

“Good for you.”

The waitress came back in record time, andHarlow caught sight of the napkin with the phone number. Sopredictable. Being around Hunter waslike being around Big Dick. She had lunch with herbrother with women throwing themselves at him. It was disgusting asshe was pretty sure he took one of the women up on the offer andhad sex with her during lunch. It didn’t last long, and Harlow hadnever gone to the bathroom in that café again.

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