Page 4 of A Twist of Fate

He simply shrugged. “I get girls.”

She sassed him back though. “Club whores don’t count. They’re basically paid to deal with your shit.”

“So, am I next or what?” Toby asked.

“Nah, man. I’m going.” The fluffy biker, PeeWee, told him. “Since you appointment canceled, I’ll go next. Lover boy there can wait his turn.”

“Sounds fair,” Ever agreed and took him back to her area leaving me with her brother.

“So, what’s your name, honey?”

I turned my attention back to Toby, whose kutte said his road name was T-Bone. That was stupid. “It isn’t ‘honey,’” I answered.

He just rolled his eyes and grinned at me. Dear lord, that grin was something special. I got stuck watching as his eyes twinkled in amusement. He leaned his elbows on the glass counter top, propped his chin in his hands, and never once broke eye contact as he did. “I’m going to get you to tell me your name, and then I’m going to take you on the best date you’ve ever been on in your life!” The boast made my heartbeat tick up to a spastic beat. Holy hell. I took a deep breath and then let it out.

“Oh yeah, bad boy?” I asked in a teasing tone. “And then what?”

“Then,” he emphasized before lifting one of his hands to push a stray lock of blue hair back behind my ear. “We go get started on our family.”

The laugh that burst from me was completely involuntary. “You are too much!” I told him, still teasing.

“What? I’m fucking serious as a heart attack, honey.” He leaned over and conducted a full-body perusal from the tips of my painted toes up to the top of my head with a few pauses to really take in my curves along the way. “Yeah, I can see you wearing my kutte already.”

“You see me wearing that?” I pointed to the leather vest thing he wore, the same one that stated his name was T-Bone and not Toby, even though that’s what I kept calling him in my mind.

He shook his head. “Nuh-uh. I’ll get you your own with a property patch on it, so everyone knows you belong to me. Then, I’m going to make sure you know that you’re mine when I take you while all you wear is that kutte.”

I was pretty sure my eyes couldn’t go any wider. I leaned in too, our noses almost touched since I was sitting up high on a stool on the other side of the counter. “You just met me, biker-boy. You can’t just claim someone like that when you’ve never really been with them.”

He nodded his head sagely, as if he would agree with me. His words were something else though. “Honey, sometimes, when a man knows, he just knows. You’re going to have to just go with it until you can jump on the same page.”

“Yo, G! What’s shakin’?” Kane asked as he slipped past us and wrapped the countertop with his knuckles while glaring at Toby along the way. He didn’t stop to talk or wait for my response either. My eyes trailed after him though, watching as his tight ass, hugged so well in those jeans of his, moved back into his workstation. It was only once he was out of sight that I remembered the man standing in front of me. He had a sour expression on his face, full lips were pulled down at the corners as he stared off toward where I had just watched Kane retreat to.

“He didn’t even see you,” Toby quietly told me. Not that I didn’t already surmise that for myself, but it was a bit of a punch to my ego that someone else noticed too. I just shrugged my shoulders. “You deserve someone who notices you, honey. Don’t settle for chasing the blind. I’m right here in front of you.”

“And how long will you be there?”

He glanced down at his watch, then toward the back where his sister had taken his club brother. “I don’t know a couple hours at least.”

I laughed at his misunderstanding. “I meant how long will you see me before the shiny wears off, and you’re off to the next toy that makes your heart beat harder or your dick go stiff?”

“Jesus, you don’t pull any punches, do you?”

“No reason to,” I admitted. “I know the score. I’m the exciting, exotic experience for most and then I’m scraped off. So, how long will you notice?”

“You’ve been fucking around with the wrong men if you think it would be easy for me to just scrape you off, honey.” He almost looked angry on my behalf, but then he changed the course of our conversation again. “He called you ‘G’ so what’s that stand for?”

“Hey Gretchen, who is up first for me today?” Kane called out. I blushed as Toby’s grin widened.

“It’s that Nico guy,” I shouted back to him.

“So, Gretchen,” he made sure to emphasize the fact that he knew my name now. “What are you doing when you get off work?”

“I’m going home to eat a pizza and read a book.”

“I could come with you and share the pizza.”

“I didn’t say I was eating a slice of pizza, I said I was eating a pizza! As in, the whole damn thing.”

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