Page 7 of King of Inferno

Idon’t know why I’m so disappointed not to see the biker tonight. In the last month or so since he’s been coming in, he’s never spoken to me, but I look forward to catching a glimpse of him.

Gah, all that thick red hair and that body. I might be tiny, but I love a big, strong, tall man. He checks off all the boxes. Too bad I’m too shy to make a move.

“Get a grip, Taylor,” I mumble to myself.

That man isn’t thinking about me. He probably has a ton of women back at his clubhouse who satisfy his needs. I’d become a club bunny just to be one of them.

I groan at my thoughts and rub my temples. I haven’t been able to focus on the paper I’m writing since realizing Big Red hasn’t come in tonight.

Big Red … I snort to myself. I can’t help wondering what his real name is. I bet it’s something strong, like Slash or Demon.

I chuckle to myself and shake my head. I’ve been reading too many biker romances. Once again, I try to focus on the words before me.

I glance at the time on my laptop. I need to head home soon. I’ve been trying to wait a little longer to see if Big Red will show up tonight. The sight of him alone has been brightening my nights since the first time he came in.

“Hey there.”

I look up from my laptop into a pair of green eyes. It’s not my biker, but he’s handsome as well. I guess my short king phase is over. At four-eleven, most guys who hit on me aren’t much taller than I am.

Not that Big Red has hit on me and this guy has only said hello. I frown at my thoughts. He gives me a big smile and holds his hand out toward me.

“I’m Ferg. I would love to know the name of such a gorgeous woman.”

I smile and take his hand. “Taylor.”

Again, I wonder what my biker’s name is. Throttle or Ax, maybe. I’m sure it’s something that rolls off the tongue.

Speaking of tongues. Big Red is so tall and broad I would like to bounce on him while sucking his tongue into my mouth. I squeeze my thighs as my thoughts try to carry me away.

Hell, I’m a virgin, not a saint. I have fantasies and desires. Since Big Red started coming here, I’ve been imagining it’s him on the other side of those flames.

Each night in my dreams, I’m naked on my knees, waiting for him. My cheeks heat as those thoughts come unbidden. I wonder where he is tonight?

“Nice to meet you. Do you mind if I take a seat?”

Ugh, why can’t Big Red be this bold? Probably because I’m not his type. I look down into my lap. I’ve been trying my best to dress nicer when I come in. The jeans I’ve been wearing have been so tight they leave seam marks on my legs when I get home to take them off.

Yet he’s never approached me. I sigh and begin to put my things away. I think it’s time I go home.

I need a shower and some sleep. Maybe then I can focus on something other than a big, sexy biker who’s not even interested in me. Like I would be able to talk to him if he were.

“Actually, I was about to leave,” I say shyly, proving my thoughts right.

I’m not even that into this guy and I want to curl into myself instead of talking. I’ve always dreamed my person would be someone I could hide in or they would have the ability to bring me safely out of my shell.

“Oh,” Ferg says and pouts. “Maybe some other time.”

“Maybe,” I reply.

I sigh. Maybe I should give this guy a chance. It’s not like I stand a chance with that biker. I’m a thirty-year-old nursing student and a virgin on top of that.

Okay, twenty-nine, but I’ll be thirty soon. It’s not like I’m going to have a lot of options these days. To this day, I can remember the social worker who drilled it in my head to save it—Mrs. Perkins.

I will forever remember her name and face. She had been my one constant. She probably didn’t mean for me to hold out for this long.

“I’ve seen you here before. Maybe I can treat you to dinner next time.”

I shrug. “I have plans tomorrow night, I won’t be here for long. Maybe the night after. I still have this paper to finish, so I’ll be here,” I say.

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