Page 8 of Filthy Liar

He ignores me, which is fine because I have no idea who he is or how I would even speak in front of him because I don’t think I could make a single sound at this point.

His voice.

His.

Voice.

It’s not as raspy as my secret lover’s, but my body jerks at the sound anyway, a natural reaction flowing through me. My thighs squeeze together automatically. I don’t know what to do, what to say.

I just sit there, completely useless, staring as he walks toward the counter and talks to Shawn. She nods and smiles, taking things from her case and placing them in a box. I stare with avid curiosity.

Internally, I beg for him to turn around and look at me, but he doesn’t. He continues to talk to Shawn. She laughs and hands him the box as he digs into his pocket and slides a handful of cash across the counter. She continues to chuckle, shaking her head as she takes the money and places it in the cash register.

“You’re coming to the clubhouse tomorrow night, right?” he asks her.

Shamelessly, I listen in on their conversation, trying to get anything on this guy. Not that it matters. He doesn’t see me. He sees right through me. And even if he did actually see me, I am not for the likes of him.

He’s sexy as shit.

He’s rough and tumble, but he’s also way too hot for me. There is no way he would want anything to do with me at all. No, this is a guy whom you admire from afar. You stare at his beauty and have dreams about him at night.

“We’ll be there,” Shawn says.

He jerks his chin toward her, then turns around and glances at our table. “You girls, too, yeah?”

“Yeah,” all of them say simultaneously.

I, personally, don’t say a word. But he doesn’t walk away the way I expect him to. His gaze finds mine, and he holds it, almost to the point of making me feel uncomfortable. I squirm in my seat, unsure of what to say or do under his intense gaze.

“You’ll come too,” he states.

I blink, unsure of how to respond. I open my mouth, then close it, repeating the move at least three more times, no doubt appearing like a fish out of water. But that pretty much matches my feelings for the moment, so it all fits.

“She’ll come. We’ll make sure of it,” Spencer announces from beside me.

The sexy biker winks at me then sinks his teeth into the corner of his bottom lip before he tugs on the skin and releases it. I think it might be the sexiest thing in the whole world, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s staring at me the entire time he does it.

“I look forward to it,” he says, and then he walks away, leaving me staring at him slack-jawed. I don’t know what to say or do. Everything inside of me is completely frozen.

“Oh, this is going to be good,” Ryan murmurs.

CLINK

I probably shouldn’t have goneinto the bakery knowing she was inside, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to seeher up close and in person during the middle of the day. Seeing her surrounded by the old ladies of the club does something to me.

It makes me want to claim her—immediately.

Leaving her there at the bakery and not demanding that she be on the back of my bike as I ride away is also something that makes me feel off. She belongs beside me, on the back of my bike, and in my bed.

Dillion is not the darkness. She is the light, and I’ve selfishly kept her hidden away for far too long. She doesn’t know who she is to me. I’ve visited her in the night, never showing her any part of me.

Just worshiping her body and nothing else.

It’s worked out well, but I’m not sure it’s what I want anymore. Maybe Atomic was right. Seeing her at that table with my sister and the other old ladies, I liked it far too much. In fact, I absolutely fucking loved it.

Heading back to the clubhouse, I toss the baked goods on the bar and watch everyone surround it like the vultures they are. Nobody asks me why I went to Shawn’s bakery. Nobody else cares, and I’m good with that.

I don’t even know why I went.

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