Page 39 of Fletch

“You want to be taken care of. Under all that strong female energy you got going on, you want a man to take control in the bedroom.” She visibly swallows. “So, having two men take control of you can be exhilarating.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” She knocks her drink back in one.

“You wanna get some food?” I ask.

She smirks. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“Nope, that would be wrong seeing as you’re on the rebound. But I’m hungry, and you’re gonna get shitfaced again. You can’t do that on an empty stomach.”

“I called in sick,” she mutters. “I might get seen.”

“I’ll take you somewhere the police never go.”

She bites her lower lip while she considers it, then she jumps up. “Let me get ready.”

She returns twenty minutes later in jeans and a vest top. She stuffs her feet into heels and grabs a handbag off the side. “Let’s go.”

Ten minutes later, I slow the bike outside The Bar, and we get off. Gemma straightens her hair as I put her helmet away. “I’m getting better on that contraption,” she tells me.

I grab her hand and lead her inside. It’s not too busy and we manage to get a table. I head to the bar, where Grizz is watching her as she takes a seat. “Two whiskeys. Make hers double,” I say.

He grins. “Is that how you get her to sleep with you?”

“Do you want me to get the tape or not?”

He pours two drinks. “You like her,” he states. I ignore him, and he adds, “You look at her the way you used to look at Luna.” We don’t talk about the fact I liked his old lady when he was still trying to push her away.

“She’s an ex. There’s history, but it’s nothing.”

“If you think this could go somewhere, just say the words and Pres will come up with another plan.”

I shake my head and take both drinks. “The club is my priority,” I tell him, heading back to Gemma.

“He doesn’t like me,” says Gemma, taking her drink as I sit down opposite her. I glance back at Grizz, who’s still watching us while he wipes glasses.

“He doesn’t like anyone.”

“Except her,” she says, nodding towards Luna.

I smile. “Everyone loves Luna. She’s an angel sent to save our arses.”

Gemma eyes me for a second before saying, “You love her.”

I frown, shaking my head and taking a large gulp of my drink. “Don’t be ridiculous. She’s with my VP.”

Her eyes widen in delight. “Does he know you love her? Does she know?”

“Shush,” I hiss, and she grins wide. “I don’t fucking love Luna, okay. We just . . . well, we have history.”

“Oh god, tell me the kid isn’t yours?”

“Of course not. Do you think I’d still be alive if she was?”

She leans back in her chair and continues to smile. “I can’t imagine you with a child.”

“I’d be a shit dad.”

“You think?” She suddenly looks more serious.

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