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“You came,” I say as I reach her.

“And what a night I chose,” she says. “No wonder you’re their president.”

“I don’t know if tonight was the best example of leadership,” I say but she shakes her head.

“It was,” she says.

“Let’s get out of here now,” I say and offer her my hand.

What I really want to do is kiss her and not stop until we’re naked in my room and she’s moaning my name as she rides my cock.

But most of the members are still here. And watching us.

“Or we could just have a drink here.” She smiles so coyly and so seductively, I have no idea why I’m not lifting her up and carrying her upstairs to my apartment.

“And stay in tonight,” she adds, intensifying the look and making me want her even more.

I have no idea how that’s even possible.

“You read my mind,” I say and lead her to one of the now empty tables in the back.

And how I’m even able to speak, or walk for that matter, is beyond me. Let alone how I’m able to keep from dragging her upstairs without. But she’s not the kind of woman you just fuck. She’s the kind of woman you take care of.

14

Melody

I had no trouble finding the Sunrise Hotel, a tall black glass walled building near the hospital. I got a room on the tenth floor then made two trips to the car to bring up my stuff.

The room was everything I expected it to be. New, modern, the mattress on the king-sized bed tall and firm, the sheets clean, smelling of bleach and a gentle infusion of lavender and rose water. The bathroom had a shower and a full-sized bath and was stocked with all the shower gels, lotions and creams I could wish for, even three bottles of bubble bath.

The fridge was also well-stocked with all kinds of tiny bottles of alcohol. The TV was large and has all the channels.

I could’ve taken a long bath. I could’ve ordered any kind of food I wanted from the four-page room service menu. I could’ve just vegged out under the soft duvet and watched TV until I fell asleep.

Instead, I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the twinkling lights of LA stretching off into the distance feeling very alone.

As alone as I felt when I lost my family.

As alone as I felt when I finally left the town of Pleasantville and the guys of Devil’s Nightmare MC behind.

As alone as I felt waiting on that dark sidewalk for Rogue to show up tonight.

So, I had the choice of sitting there, feeling sorry for myself, and slowly emptying the mini bar. Or driving to his clubhouse and seeing him again.

I chose the latter. Then I showered and took a very long time choosing an outfit that was just slutty enough, but not too much so. I went with a knitted black beach dress with a built-in bra, strappy sandals and wearing nothing underneath. Nothing gets a guy going like a woman showing up to see him without panties and bra.

He had too much faith in me, thinking I could easily remember the way, but eventually I found the long stretch of road bordered by empty fields that lead to his clubhouse—a modern three-story building behind a tall dark blue fence. Whoever was on the other end of the intercom when I buzzed to be let in only needed to hear my name to open the gate for me. The fact that I was expected like that made me feel a lot less alone all on its own.

The parking lot in front of the building was full of bikes and cars, including a black van with gold angel wings drawn on its sides. It seemed like the whole MC was gathered inside the clubhouse, which gave me pause, but I still had no second thoughts as I parked at the edge of the lot and walked to the door leading into the bar building.

I could hear Rogue’s voice even before I opened the door. Clear, carrying, and commanding in a lulling way that makes you want to be commanded.

I stuck my head in the door and that’s all it took for him to notice me. Even though what looked like the entire MC was standing or sitting in the bar room between him and me at thedoor. He looked both surprised and ecstatic to see me and that’s all it took for me to know I made the right decision coming here.

He waved and I waved back. A few turned and some even greeted me as I went to stand by the far wall where I had a good view of Rogue standing at the head of the crowd. He wasn’t standing on any kind of podium, but it still appeared that way. And I could feel it when the warm, pleasant waters of his attention turned from me back to the crowd. I missed it as soon as it was gone.

But then the grimacing, stocky man with bulging biceps, wide shoulders and chest but skinny legs, called me Devil’s Nightmare MC girl and I almost ran right back out. The warmth in Rogue’s eyes won’t be there anymore when he finds out I was exactly that—a club girl, a whore, anyone’s for the taking. Even though it wasn’t like that. Not with the Devils. I made my own choices. No one ever forced me to do anything I didn’t want to do. But it’s like that with most other clubs and the stigma will always be there.

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