Page 10 of Tied to You
“Thought you were busy?”
We’re face to face, standing off against one another, the unexpected tension running rife between us. I can’t explain the way this girl is igniting flames in the deepest depths of my core. The way she’s goading me… I’ve never had a woman stand up to me like this before. I want to strangle her and put her in her place. But the challenge. Her confidence.
This is new.
Chapter Four
MOLLIE
Silver lined eyes meet mine. “I am busy,” I tell him. This wanker has really gotten under my skin on technically, my first real day on the job.
He doesn’t move.
I give myself a minute to let the idea of him taking me to a biker clubhouse sink in. I have no idea what one is like or how men even behave there. I can guess, but I’ve never wanted to know. Still don’t. “Busy doing what?” he says flatly.
From the deepest depth of my stomach, I feel my sassy response, bubbling. Usually expected to keep the verbal diarrhoea down, I happily let it loose. “Not what. More like,who.”
The way his entire face tightens makes me feel like I won whatever this is between us.
With a flick of my hair, I turn on my heels, making sure it hits him as I spin. He might not be like any other man I’ve met—which is the biggest understatement ever, but with him, weirdly, I feel like I can give my short, half-arsed responses without repercussions.
My dad’s colleagues’ sons all walk around with sticks up their arses. One slip of my smart mouth and they’ll put me in my place. Which is underneath them, so to speak. Where they think women belong.
Fuck them. And fuck their aristocracy.
My dad always tells me my attitude comes from him. That he instilled in me my ability to know my worth and not let anyone walk over me. Mum says the reason we clash is because we’re so alike.
Admittedly, being able to standoff against biker boy without a drip offear that he could crush me, feels good. Could I use this grit I have and stand up in court one day, knowing without doubt that I could argue a case and win the whole bloody thing on my determination alone? Yeah. Yeah I could. I just always thought I was destined for more, though. Just because Icando something, doesn’t mean I have to. Sure, if this year-long dream fails and I have to return home with my tail between my legs, fine, so be it. Whatever. At least I will have tried. But with every part of my mind, body and soul, I will not give up on myself so easily. And I will not let some arsehole who thinks he can beat me, make me change my mind.
Only I can do that.
“You’ll be ready for seven.”
My eyes scrunch. “What?” I reply confused, spinning around again to face him.
The man, whose name I still don’t know, straightens his spine, making himself appear bigger.
Rule number one, biker boy, your body language does the talking for you.
“You heard my uncle. He only trusts me to look after you, so you’ll come with me. Your plans are cancelled.”
I hold back my smirk as his alpha-male-macho shines bright. “And what do I tell my friend? He’ll be angry I’ve cancelled so late on in the day.”
Like a beast, he sucks in a breath with a low growl. “I don’t give a fuck what you have to tellhim,” he says the word him with venom, “I have to go to the clubhouse, so you’ll have to come with me.”
“Your uncle told you to take me—”
“No,” he interjects, “I decided it. Like I’m deciding you’ll be ready for seven.” He turns and walks away before stopping and looking back over his shoulder at me. “Oh, and it’s fancy dress later. Wear something slutty.”
With that, he strides away, and I’m left on my own. An oddly hot, angry mess. I don’t want to go later, but I also don’t want to do anything to upset Mick, which I fear I may have already done. To not listen to his wishes now, might upset him even more.
With a scowl to his back, I pull out my phone from the back pocket of my jeans. I open a text to Henry.
Me: Sorry. Change of plan. Can we rearrange?
Henry: Shame. I was looking forward to seeing you.
I sigh. It is a shame. Seeing Henry would have squashed some of the pent-up frustration making me feel on edge.
