Page 5 of Eight Bikers' Heir

Energetic dance music thumped throughout Club Altitude, inciting movement on the dance floor as bodies upon bodies filled the space.

Others lingered at the long bar with a wall of liquor bottles or hung out on the lounge booths. My friends, Sara, Jane, and Erica, seated at one of the booths with me, empty glasses littering the table in front of us.

“How about another round, ladies? We’re just getting started!” Sara asked the group as she fluffed her straight blonde hair behind her back.

“I could do another, but I want to dance soon!” Jane said as she wiggled in her seat to the beat of the song.

I laughed a little, starting to feel the tension and stress in my shoulders gradually melt away as more tequila sizzled its way down my throat.

“Another round sounds good,” I said before getting to my feet and helping Sara up. “I’ll go with you.”

“Yay!” Sara chirped before hooking her arm with mine and leading me toward the busy bar. She found us a small spot that was empty and lifted her hand to flag down the bartender.

Meanwhile, I let my eyes roam, sweeping over the other people at the bar. Most of them were around my age, chatting in groups or pairs. But then I saw one guy alone.

And he was looking right at me.

My heart fluttered as I took in the sight of him at the other end of the bar.

He washot.

He didn’t look like some generic guy, though, like all the other guys at the bar who were dressed in bland button-down shirts and had short, boring haircuts.

His hair was blonde and tousled, the ends reaching his jaw. He wore a black t-shirt with a silver necklace, exposing his heavily tattooed, muscular arms. He looked like a dirty dream right out of one of the romance books I often read.

He shouldn’t even exist, but he was peering at me with a small, intrigued smile on his face.

I couldn’t believe he was looking at me of all people at this bar. My heart started pounding, going even faster than the beat of the music.

Maybe it was the tequila giving me a jolt of confidence, but I wanted to go over to him and see just how interested he was in me. I needed a distraction anyway, and he was a smoking hot one.

“Thank you!” Sara told the bartender after he placed the shots on the bar. “Come on, Aisling. Aisling?”

I snapped my eyes away from the guy and turned to Sara.

“See that guy with the blonde hair and tattoos? I think he’s interested in me,” I told her with an excited glint in my eyes. I then looked down at my black tube mini dress, hoping it looked as good on me as I thought it did earlier when I put it on. “How do I look?”

“You look hot, but are you sure you want to go up to him? What if he’s weird?” Sara asked.

“Only one way to find out,” I pointed out before downing my shot. While she grabbed two shots, I picked up the other and walked around the bar to the guy, who perked up at the sight of me and draped a leather jacket over his shoulder.

“I just wanted to tell you that I like your tattoos,” I said as I stopped a foot away from him, having to lean closer so that he could hear me over the music.

Holy shit. He smelled so good. Like leather and citrus.

“Thank you. I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re beautiful,” he told me, placing his hand on my upper arm as he leaned toward my ear.

A shiver ran through me as I smiled at him, struck by his piercing green eyes.

“I’m Aisling. This is my friend, Sara,” I introduced us.

“I’m Kai,” he told us as he nodded to Sara in a polite manner. “What brings you guys out here?”

“Girls’ night,” I quipped. “And I needed a pick me up.”

“Why’s that?” Kai asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he tilted his head.

I didn’t want to pathetically explain that I got kicked out of my apartment, so I decided to bring up my latest inconvenience today.

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