Page 8 of Gunner

Gunner stood from his seat and leaned his side against the bar.

His eyes bored into mine with contempt.

“You knew he was grieving and still tried to hit on him?” he bit out, shaking his head. He straightened up and pulled his wallet from his back pocket, throwing a few bills on the bar.

My disbelief at what he was accusing me of had my eyes widening and my mouth hanging open.

“I wasn’t hitting on him.” My voice went up a few octaves.

Gunner crossed his arms over his very large chest, tilted his head at me with a frown, and asked, “Then what the fuck were you doing?”

I narrowed my eyes at the giant, foul-mouthed ogre in front of me. Hopping off my own stool, I crossed my arms over my chest and sneered.

“I was trying to help him.”

“By sucking his dick?”

My arms dropped to my side.

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. No words came to mind as I stood there staring at the man.

“Nothing to say? At least you’re honest.”

He started to walk away, and I latched on to his arm. He didn’t get to accuse me of something like that and then simply walk away.

“I’m a therapist, not a whore!” I snarled.

I grabbed my drink and threw the rest in his face. Unfortunately, because he was a freaking giant, it only hit his neck and shoulders. Turning on my heel, I stalked out of the bar and ran to my car.

As soon as I closed my door, I hit the locks. My hands gripped tightly onto my steering wheel. I took a deep breath and held it for five beats, trying to slow my rapid heartbeat.

When the door to the bar opened and Gunner stepped out, his gaze searching the parking lot, I started the ignition. When his eyes locked on mine, I threw my car into drive and peeled out of the lot.

I was too angry to go home, so I drove out of town, turning the music up loud to drown out the sultry voice that was on repeat inside my head.

“You knew he was grieving and still tried to hit on him?”

“I wasn’t hitting on him.”

“Then what the fuck were you doing?”

“I was trying to help him.”

“By sucking his dick?”

My nose burned with tears I refused to let fall.

My reaction didn’t make sense.

I didn’t know Gunner. I shouldn’t care what he thought about me.

But rejection hurt.

Especially when it came from sexy bikers who spent their lives fucking anything with tits.

Chapter Three

Gunner

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