Page 41 of Resurfaced Passion
There was no better way to get it then by putting your life on the line for the club.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Forget me not.” – Paige
Paige once led a very complicated …sometimes tumultuous life through no fault of her own, up until she came to Colorado and found a town called Armado Springs to settle down in. She found the diner job, the apartment over the bakery, all very easily—too easily she figured later—like they’d been waiting for her.
And now as she ate up Reaper’s prowl through the restaurant doors, ignoring the hostess insisting he needed a booking, there was a sick churn of recognition for the man coming towards her, with his eyes only on her. Déjà vu made her dizzy.
For a brief moment, his eyes met hers through the tables of diners. Like, direct eye contact, strong enough to make her shiver and freeze on the spot. Soft, rich and warm tawny eyes looking at her unashamedly.
It provided feelings of serenity and comfort...and a lot of lust coursing through her poor veins.
The biker affected her in ways that was detrimental to a woman’s health.
He appeared exactly the same as he did the day she met him. Her second day in Armado Springs, and she’d turned around while she’d been wandering down main street, A giant straw tote on her shoulder, blue flower flip flops on her feet and her hair newly dyed to a deeper pink than she’d had a week previously, acquainting herself with the stores, and there he was. Tall, so very tall, and gazing at her wearing his backward baseball cap as if he’d appeared out of thin air just to stare at her. She remembered distinctly the jeans and the TSU football shirt tucked into the waist. Big black boots on his feet, hair brushing his chin and eyes so broody she nearly took a step back.
He took her breath that day and did now as he walked forward.
The vicious stare he gave Newton could have not only curdled milk but killed the cow that provided the dairy that morning.
It looked like he wanted to cause Newton so much pain.
Any ordinary human being would be disgusted in knowing that.
Violence was never the answer, not after she’d grown up in a household where violence and raised voices were the norm. She’d learned at an early age that if someone was yelling it was her cue to hide in the closet right at the very back with her dollies, until it got quiet again.
Sometimes the quietness was worse.
But seeing Reaper … coming to her defense, with a scowl so etched deep in his handsome face, giving Newton a stare-down to rival all stare-downs … she didn’t feel disgusted. She felt very blessed to know him.
Oh, my days.He was beautifully mad, and she didn’t know if an ounce of that anger was directed toward her when he pinned her with his stare.
She wasn’t sure why her heart started picking up speed, but it did. With each step, it got faster and faster.
Storm clouds rolled into his golden eyes, darkening them to a color of dominance and warning and all Paige could think about was how handsome he looked with his tightly set jaw.
This was a man through and through.
The type of man who would walk over hot coals for his woman and bring her breakfast in bed, not just for her birthday or Mother’s Day, but any day she wanted pancakes after sex.
This was a powerful man who would lay down his coat in a puddle and watch the sappy movies, hold her while she cried, who gave her support at home while she climbed the corporate ladder and still be the bossy over the top possessive alpha in the bedroom.
This was a protective man who would fight for her honor and defend her with his last breath.
And poor Newton snapping his gaze between them just didn’t match up. At all. Because Reaper was in a universe of his own. Where the gods sculpted him with her ideal man measurements in mind.
“Come on, baby.” He held out his big hand and without thinking, Paige pushed back her chair, practically jumping to grasp his hand in hers. Now she felt safe.
Newton, with his rimmed glasses and checked shirt and filthy, drunken mouth gaped. “Paige? What the hell is going on here? You’re married? You used a dating app to hook up with me. What a fucking slut. And to think I was gonna take you home with me!”
Fat fucking chance, teach.Ugh, Paige cringed at the thought of those clammy hands on her body.
“Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to leave, you’re disturbing the customers.” The red-haired hostess said, and Paige turned to see the woman behind them. She wanted to tell her to leave Reaper alone, he hadn’t said a damn word to disturb anyone. Ever the diplomat, Paige smiled. “Sorry, ma’am, we’re just leaving.” She gripped Reaper’s warm, calloused hand in both of hers, squeezing gently.
The slut comment had flown right over her head until she caught the tail end of Reaper’s growl. He dropped her hand and slid into the privacy booth next to Newton the teacher.
That should have been Paige’s first clue the guy was a total creep when he insisted they have a booth. She didn’t need privacy to eat penne pasta and a cheesecake. It was so he could say his lewd things and try to inch his disgusting hand under her shirt.
