Page 4 of The Biker's Red Christmas

"No? Well, I guess that shows what kind of party this is." I cross my arms over my chest again before I go back to looking out over the party. I don't have time to play games with this man.

"You're just not going to thaw out, are you?" Lash asks and takes another step closer to me. His scent is driving me wild. I’m not sure if it's because of all the openly sexual content that is going on at this party or what. Usually, I'm not squeamish when it comes to other women getting their jollies, but something about being this close to this man is setting my hormones on fire. I wouldn't say I'm an exhibitionist at all, but if I were in a different frame of mind, I don't think I'd mind if he took me right here up against this wall. Unfortunately, I'm not here to have fun. I'm here to make sure the girls have their fun and get home safe—a task that Lash is presently stopping me from completing.

"What do I need to warm up to you for? You saved me from the bumbling idiot. Brownie points to you. Now, if you don't mind, I've got a party to enjoy." I try to walk away, but Lash grabs hold of my arm and spins me back so I'm looking at him.

"But the party is right here." He smirks at me, but I don't find anything funny about this situation in the least. This motherfucker has his hands on me. There's no one to save me now, and I certainly didn't ask him to touch me.

"I'm going to give you this warning once: Take your fucking hands off me or be prepared to lose some fingers."

His eyes go wide, and I wait for him to bark at me. Instead, he laughs—full-on, clutching his belly, head tossed back laughter.

"Oh shit, you're serious, huh?" he asks but makes sure to move his hand from me.

"Why the hell would I lie about something like that?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"Yeah, I like you. What's your name?" He nods his head like he's just found the greatest prize in the building. Definitely not what I want to be to him.

"You don't need my name."

"I do. You already know mine, and I'm going to need to know who the woman is that dared to threaten a ranked patched member of this club. It's not the smartest thing you could do here." He shrugs, and I feel the back of my ears start to heat up.

"Is that a threat?"

"Oh, you mean like the threat you just issued about cutting my fingers off?" Lash retorts.

"It wasn't a threat; it was a promise." I stare at him. I need him to know that I'm not playing with him. If he feels like he's going to be able to get one over on me, I might as well let him lead me to his room right now. I'm not going to lose this match with him. I don't care who he is to the club.

"Okay, let's look at this a different way. You're not linked with anyone here besides the women. We are throwing a lot of money their way. Do you really want to be responsible for us shutting the party down early and kicking them all out? I'm not sure they'll be too friendly with you after that. We can make sure no one at this party ever entertains at another biker club again." He shoves his hands into his pockets, which does nothing but cause his bulging arms to tighten. They are absolutely lickable.

He's right, though. I'm here to help the girls. I don't want to cause them any problems. Most of them have a hard time trusting me anyway. They think because I'm not in their line of work that I shouldn't be hanging around with them. If I get them all kicked out, I'm never going to gain their trust again. I can't have that.

"My name is Sienna," I whisper.

"What?" Lash leans forward so his ear is near my face. I inhale deeply. Suddenly that intoxicating scent is making me nauseous. I hate him already, and I don't know anything about him.

"I said, my name is Sienna." I shout louder than I had to.

"There's a good girl." Lash leans back and slowly lifts his hand to push a strand of hair out of my face. He doesn't touch me, but he's so close to me I can feel the wind from his motion against my cheek.

He's infuriating.

"You don't know anything about me."

"No, I don't, but I'm trying real hard to fix that." Lash smirks at me, and I roll my eyes at him. I wonder how many other women that's worked on. He's got his pick of the crowd here tonight; what the hell is he doing trying to run game on me?

"Lash, I'm flattered, truly, but whatever you think is going to happen between us tonight isn't. Just take this as your one and only L and move on."

"An L? Me? Never." He says, still with that smirk on his face.

"Never say never. There's always a first for anything. Now, like I said, I've got other things to do."

"What other things? The last time I checked, all you ladies are here to entertain us. I just happen to want only you as my personal entertainment." Lash tilts his head.

He's a fucking dog. No, he's a flea on a mangy dog. Of course, that's what he'd have to say. I hate that these men only see the women as something for them to play with. Unfortunately, I know I'm not going to change his mind—not that I even want to.

"This ride is closed, Lash. Now leave me alone." I lift my hand and push him back. I need him out of my space. I need to pay attention to the people around me. I need to be ready for any threat that's coming my way.

"Did you just push me?" Lash asks, looking down at the spot on his chest where I shoved him back.

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