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“Right,” Wolf grunts. “We’ll be out of your way then.”
Nodding, I follow him and his friends to the front door, lock it, and go to the back door, where I do as he showed me. Once the alarm is set, I step out the back door, make sure it’s locked, and go around the building to where I parked my car. To my surprise, Wolf is straddling a bike right next to it.
I give him a smile. The sight of him straddling the bike is something I wish I had a picture of. He’s hot. More than just hot. I wish I could jump on behind him and just be free. I’ve never ridden a bike before, but I’m betting it’s a wonderful feeling.
More than that, though, I wish I could jump him. Weird of me to think such a thing, considering I’ve never had sex before. But with this man, my mind brings many fantasies to mind. All of them wonderful and scary all at once.
I mentally shake the thoughts away and make my way to my car. If I don’t get home and change, I’ll be late for dinner, and I don’t want to upset my brother. Not after he finally relented to my dream of having my own gallery and, well, me having a life for once.
“See you later,” I call out to him while I open the door to my car.
“Yeah,” Wolf grunts.
Wolf doesn’t start his bike until after I’m pullingout of my parking spot. I find it strange when I notice him following me, though I shouldn’t because he lives right next door to me. So, of course, he’d be going in the same direction.
Pushing thoughts of him out of my head, I try to figure out what I am going to wear to dinner tonight. Izaiah said it was a casual dinner, but casual is still dressing up when it comes to the people who will be there. I guess I’ll wear the new little black dress I bought a month ago. It would look cute paired with the Valentino sling-back pumps my brother bought me for my birthday.
I might not be into all of this dressing up, but I do love heels. Almost as much as I love flip-flops. Being my height, I like to wear heels whenever possible.
My mind made up, I pull into the driveway and head inside to get ready. I’d be happier about dressing up if I were doing anything other than going to this dinner, but I’ll do it regardless to appease my brother. I do love him, after all.
CHAPTER 6
WOLF
Holding Kale to my chest while reporting to Viper on the phone about the installation of the system at Jacqueline’s gallery, I watch out the window as she makes her way out of the house and to the limo waiting for her.
My cock immediately takes note of the sexy curve-hugging black dress she’s wearing. I don’t know who the hell she’s dressed up for, and I shouldn’t even care. But my cock seems to.
“Need you to go to a dinner tonight,” Viper announces, catching my attention once again.
“Come again?” What dinner?
“Dinner. Cordova and his sister are attending a dinner. He’ll have his men with him, but he’srequested someone, meaning you, join them,” Viper explains.
“Fuck,” I grumble and look down at my son. “What about Kale? I can’t take him with me.”
“Rosemary and Kevlar will be there before you have to leave.”
“You sure waited until the last minute to tell me about this.” I didn’t want to go to some dinner. Then again, Viper did say that Cordova and his sister will be there.
“I know, but I’ll also be in attendance. Just as Mateo will be.”
What the fuck?
“What is Mateo gonna be at this dinner for?” We have an alliance with Mateo, who happens to be Noelle’s family.
“Don’t really know,” Viper mutters. “All I know is I’m taking Jade out, and she’s excited to be getting out of the clubhouse and dressing up.”
Considering what I saw Jacqueline wearing when leaving the house just now . . . “Where the fuck is this dinner?”
Viper gives me the name of the restaurant and finishes the call. Shoving my phone in my pocket, I grind my teeth together, not liking this at all. I wanted to be home with Kale the rest of the night, not leaving to go to some fucking dinner.
Kale makes a cooing noise, and I lift my free hand to pat his back. “Guess you’re gonna spend the evening with Aunt Rosie and Uncle Kevlar, bud.”Kale coos again, and I take it as his okay. He’s only a little over a month old. In the time he’s still sleeping a lot of the time, but he enjoys sitting in his bouncer that vibrates while sucking a pacifier.
Placing my kid in his seat, I strap him in grab the seat to bring it in my room. With him settled close to my bathroom, I step into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I leave the door to the bathroom open in order to hear Kale if he needs me while I’m getting ready for the night. I make it quick, knowing I don’t have a lot of time. In my room, I find a pair of dark jeans. I don’t go anywhere where I have to dress in a suit. The closest I get to dressing up is a button-down shirt with a collar. I pull out one from my closet and tuck it into my jeans, leaving two buttons at the top open. Rolling the sleeves up to my elbows, I look at myself in the mirror on my dresser. Guess this will do. Not that I give a shit what anyone says.
I grab my nicer boots, shove my feet into them, and head back into the living room taking Kale with me as the front door opens. All of my brothers had a key to my house, which works out so far, I don’t have to let them in if I’m busy doing something else.
