Page 93 of Romeo

“Help yourself,” she muttered.

“Planned on it,” he answered with his back to her as he dug around, searching for beer. He didn’t have any luck.

He held up a bottle with a familiar name. Of course he knew Smirnoff made vodka, but this shit wasn’t clear, it was pink. “What’s this shit?”

“You never had hard lemonade before?”

Hard what?“Don’t need lemonade to make me hard.”

She groaned. “Don’t the Knights own a bar?”

Of course she knew his MC owned a damn bar. She’d been in it. “This shit ain’t ever bein’ served at Dick’s.”

“Shame. It might attract some new women into your establishment.”

“Then, guess I’ll get some ordered.” He twisted off the top and took a sip. He grimaced. “Women like this shit?”

She plucked the cold bottle from his fingers. “Yes, we do.”

“Got no beer?”

She shook her head.

“Whiskey?”

She shook her head again.

“Nothin’ but that piss?”

“I like that piss.” She took another long sip and placed the bottle on the table next to her bowl.

“Seein’ as you fucked me twice, figured you got good taste. Guess I was wrong.”

She tipped her head and said with a straight face, “You were wrong.”

Damn.

“Came back for seconds, though.”

“Ever hear the saying, ‘desperate times call for desperate measures?’” She took her seat and pointed at where his bowl was on the table. “Sit and eat before it gets cold.”

He watched her spoon chili into her mouth, close her eyes and swallow it.

“Man, that’s good. I’m a damn good cook if I say so myself.”

He went back into the fridge and grabbed another bottle of the spiked pink piss.

When he turned, she was staring at him. “I thought you didn’t like it?”

“Desperate fuckin’ times call for desperate fuckin’ measures,” he repeated, yanking out the seat across from her and sinking his ass into it. His mouth watered just seeing and smelling the homemade chili.

Grabbing the spoon, he dug in. Once it hit his tastebuds, his head jerked back.

Holy shit.It was the best damn chili he ever had.

He stared at the woman across from him. She was not only hot as fuck, but she could cook?

The corners of her lips curled up slightly. “Good?”

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