Chapters (39)
- Thunderclap: Steel Infidels MC Romance Series Book 3
- Introduction by Dez Burke
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Epilogue
- Author’s Note
- TAKE DOWN
- About the Author
She turns around and gives me a long look.
“Did something happen when I was in the bathroom? You’re different. Hard and cold.”
“And here I thought I was turning you on.”
“If you think that, you’ve got the wrong girl. I can’t do this. Enjoy the lunch. I’ve obviously given you the wrong impression. My mistake. I won’t be dropping by again.”
Oh shit! Now I’ve really screwed up.
She’s bailing out already? This isn’t part of the plan. Damn it! I went too far.
“Lila, wait!” I say, touching her arm. “I didn’t mean to sound crude. My dirty mouth gets me into trouble sometimes. I blurt out words before I think about how they might sound. And I thought, okay, maybe I was hoping, that we did indeed fuck last night. But if you say that we didn’t, I believe you and I owe you an apology.”
I’m not sure if she believes what I’m saying. She crosses her arms and glares at me.
“So you didn’t mean what you just said about wanting to eat my pussy on the desk?”
My mouth drops open.
Did she really say those words?
Damn! That sounds hot coming out of her mouth.
My cock goes rock hard in my jeans. Even now I want her so fucking bad.
I hate her and I want her.
All at the same time.
Or maybe I want to hate her.
This is a confusing situation.
No matter what, I can’t let her walk out of here. I need more time.
For some strange reason, I need Lila to be on my side.
“Do you want an honest answer to your question?” I ask. “Yes, I meant what I said. I’m a man, and you waltz in here smelling good and looking pretty in your white sundress. And the thought went through my head that I want to do things to you. Right here in my shop. Or tonight or tomorrow. Honestly, anytime that you’ll let me. I’m sorry for sounding like an asshole. I’m not sorry for wanting you. So sorry, not sorry.”
She’s listening and hasn’t told me to ‘go to hell’ yet, which is a good sign.
“I’ll promise to watch my filthy mouth from now on. You can start a swear jar and every time you catch me saying an inappropriate dirty comment, I’ll put a dollar in it. I’ll probably go broke, but if it keeps me out of trouble with you, it'll be worth it.”
I see a smile starting around her lips.