Page 11 of Romeo

She spun on the picnic bench until her back was to him. She wasn’t sure if he’d recognize her, but she wasn’t taking that risk.

She had no desire to talk to him.

Enough had been said five years ago. And she wasn’t in the mood to rehash that tonight.

Or ever.

All she wanted to do was enjoy her damn burger and fries. The problem was, if he spotted her, she might not be able to do that.

She peeked over her shoulder to see where he went.

To order at the take-out window, of course, you dolt. Why else would he come to the burger joint?

However, she ate here often and never once had she spotted Romeo doing the same.

Had she seen members of the Dirty Angels here? All the time.

The Blue Avengers? Absolutely.

But the Dark Knights? For some reason, never. So, she believed it was safe.

She guessed there was a first time for everything. Except, if she had to run into a Knight, she only wished it wasn’t this one in particular.

She figured she was bound to run into him one day since she worked and lived on the border of the Knights’ territory. Yet, she somehow managed to avoid it in the last year and a half.

Apparently, tonight her luck had run out.

If she didn’t breathe, didn’t say a word, didn’t look in his direction or make eye contact, he might not even notice her. Once he left, she could go back to enjoying her burger along with her much-needed peace and quiet.

She’d rather deal with a cold burger than a hot biker. The problem being, the one ordering take-out was a womanizer. One who acted like women were only good for one thing. Or a couple things, depending on her skill set.

Five years ago, her skills were limited.

She had wanted to expand them. She simply picked the wrong man to do it with. She should’ve waited for someone she cared about. And one who cared about her.

Her mistake.

But making mistakes were a way to learn and grow. And that was how she used that experience.

The biggest lesson she learned was, selfish, misogynistic bikers—cocky enough to think the sun both rose and set in themselves—were not for her.

Over the years, she also grew into her sexuality.

Had Romeo broken the seal for her? Sure.

Did he take advantage of her?

She sighed. Maybe, maybe not. He saw an opportunity, the same as she did, and he jumped on it, as did she.

Truthfully, she really had no one to blame but herself. But that didn’t mean Romeo was a mistake she ever wanted to repeat.

Live and learn.

To avoid him noticing her, she sat perfectly still with her ears open, and her eyes averted.

I’m invisible.

Hopefully, he’ll concentrate on his meal and shoving it down his gullet before it gets cold.

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