Page 113 of Romeo

“So damn cocky,” she mumbled under her breath.

His head tipped to the side. “You want my cock? That what you just said?”

“I said you’re damn cocky.” This time she said it loud and clear so there was no “misunderstanding.”

His smile grew and he shoved his sunglasses to the top of his head. Why did this man look so damn fine?

It was frustrating. If he was some ugly troll, she could easily resist him.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t.

What made it worse was he was damn good in bed.

Unfortunately, he knew it, too.

However, it was the rest of the baggage that went along with him she wasn’t so fond of…

That cut he wore proudly. The attitude most bikers had about women being property. Or the mistaken belief that anyone with a vagina was weak, helpless, andneededtheir protection.

“Does that president’s special include a foot massage?”

“No.”

“Oh. Too bad. That’s what I really need right now instead of an internal massage.”

He snorted. “That internal massage gonna make you forget your feet.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” she murmured. She’d been on them for too many hours today. “Do I get a refund if it doesn’t?”

“Got a no refund policy. But if you ain’t happy with the service, can make it right.”

“How?”

“By doin’ it again. No charge.”

“Oooh. So generous. And if I don’t like it the second time?”

“Then gonna do it ’til it’s done right, and you’re satisfied.”

“How about this… I’ll pass on the president’s special and take a food and foot massage package, instead.”

“Gotta get the wholepackage.” He grabbed his crotch and shook it. “Ain’t a la carte.”

With a soft snort, she dropped her head to hide her amusement because his ego really didn’t need to know he was funny, too.

He snagged her chin again and lifted her face. “Don’t fuckin’ hide from me.”

“Do you always expect women to listen to your orders?”

“Yep.”

“At least you’re honest about it. So… Where are you taking me to eat? A five Michelin star steakhouse?”

“Close. Dick’s. Got a whole damn kitchen full of shit there and cooks we pay to make that shit, too.”

“I don’t like the taste of shit, but I do have a hankering for a really good chicken sandwich loaded with pickles and a side of seasoned waffle fries. Can they make that?”

“Yeah.”

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