“What? No, not even a little bit. You really don’t know who I am, do you?”
I frown. “No. Should I?”
“No. And I just realized how arrogant I sounded when I said that. But what I was trying to say is that nobody just talks to me normally anymore. You, little Miss ‘heaven spelled backwards,’ are a nice change.”
“You really are a strange man, Ambros,” I tell him.
He smiles and motions for me to continue.
I grip the armrest and lean forward to whisper the rest in his ear. “I was a virgin.”
He freezes, and I bite my lip as I pull back and look up at him. His face is a mask of concern.
“Did he hurt you?”
“I was a virgin, so yeah, a little, but…” I let my voice trail off as I look down, embarrassed.
His finger slips under my chin and tilts my head up. “Tell me.”
I sigh. If I’m going to tell someone, I might as well tell him. “I liked it. I mean, after I got over the shock and pain. I liked it.” I pause for a moment, glancing away before meeting his eyes again. “I think they might’ve put me in the wrong room, so he probably thought I was there for him.”
At his confusion, I explain a little further. “He’s part of a motorcycle club, so they have girls there who are happy to warm their beds.”
“And you think he mistook you for one of those girls.” His eyes move over me before looking up in disbelief.
“I was in his bed, Ambros. Not sitting in a church,” I roll my eyes at him.
“So what happened next? Did the fucker kick you out?”
“He held me until we both fell asleep. Then I snuck out… lied to my best friend, jumped on a plane, and left the country,” I admit.
He stares at me for a second before throwing his head back and laughing, drawing the attention of those around us.
I slap his chest and cross my arms, slumping back in my seat with a huff. I wait for his laughter to fade before looking at him.
He wipes a tear from his eye and turns to me with a smile. “Alright, so is there a chance you’ll run into this guy again? You said he was a stranger, so…”
“My best friend’s dating one of his club brothers, so yeah, I’m going to see him again. But he probably won’t remember me.”
“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but there’s no way he’s going to forget you.”
I frown, confused, but he doesn’t elaborate.
“Let me ask you this… if he tracked you down and wanted more, would you be interested?”
I think about Havoc’s hands on my body and shiver.
Ambros gives me a knowing look, but it’s not as easy as he seems to think.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Of course it is.”
“My father’s a pastor.”
He grins widely. “The pastor’s daughter and a biker?”
“Actually, he’s about to become president of the club.”