Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I double blinked to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. What were the odds that the woman I’d been dreaming about for a month and was planning to go after soon would show up here and unknowingly offer herself up on a silver platter?
Her eyes—which I now knew were a deep navy blue—sparked with desire, clearly shocking her, and I bit back a smile. The dark blue orbs briefly swept over my body before returning to my face. The apples of her cheeks dusted with pink, but her pretty lips mashed together, and anger swallowed her flare of interest.
I was surprised by the sudden change, but I was even more mystified at how she could look adorable and so fucking sexy at the same time.
“Lost, baby?” I grunted.
Her eyes widened just the tiniest bit at the nickname, and satisfaction rolled through me. She was obviously affected by me, which would work in my favor when I claimed her.
“No, I’m not lost!” she snapped. “I want to speak to whoever is in charge.”
I raised an eyebrow at her demand. “Sure you’re not lost?” She had to be. She couldn’t possibly know what she was asking, and truthfully, no one spoke to a Silver Saint like that.
“You’re a Silver Saint, right? A part of the motorcycle club?”
My jaw almost dropped. How did this sweet, innocent—and from the looks of her clothes and car, wealthy—little girl know anything about an MC? We weren’t all that hard to find because the garage and tattoo shop were located at one end of the compound, but they had their own dedicated entrance, which still blocked them from entering the rest of the grounds. But our known location was one of the reasons we kept it heavily guarded.
“Yes! Now, I want to talk to the person in charge. I want to know why—”
“Not happening, baby,” I interrupted. Her moxie was cute as fuck to me, but Mac wouldn’t agree and would probably scare my curvy goddess to death. I couldn’t allow that.
She gasped and unbuckled, then opened her car door. I grabbed the top to keep it from slamming into my legs or bouncing back and injuring her. But my attention was quickly stolen by her shapely legs and curvy hips as she exited the vehicle. Then she turned and leaned in to grab something. It took all my fucking energy not to grab her spectacular ass and drag her up against my body.
She stood back up and slung the long strap of a brown purse over her shoulder. Then she planted her feet and dropped her head back nearly all the way to look up at my face—trying to stare me down. I had to bite back a smile again, which should have been shocking. I hadn’t wanted to smile so much in the past couple of years than I did in the five minutes I’d been in this woman’s presence.
“If you won’t let me drive through, then I’ll just stand by the gate until it opens and find your boss by myself.”
This time, I couldn’t hold back a laugh. Her cheeks flamed, but impressively, she didn’t look away. This girl was practically radiating sweetness and innocence, so her show of backbone made pride well up in my chest.
“How ’bout you tell me what’s got you fired up, and I’ll see if I can help?” I trailed off with a raised eyebrow. It was both a request for her name and a statement that I knew she was affected by me.
Her face flushed pink, and the color spread down her neck and under her shirt. How far did it go? Was that what she’d look like when she was coming?
“Kiara.”
Her answer brought me out of my lustful haze, but the blood in my body remained in my rock-hard dick.
“Kiara,” I repeated, enjoying the feel of her name on my tongue. More blood moved south, making my voice gruff when I grunted, “Knight.”
“Um, okay. Knight.” She licked her lips and dropped her eyes.
Fuck, the sound of my name coming from her mouth was sexy as fuck. I wanted to hear her call me by my real name, but I was afraid that if she did, I might pick her up and fuck her on the hood of her car right out here where someone could see her.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
Her pretty eyes narrowed, and she planted her hands on her hips. “I want to know why you have it out for my father. What kind of people would ruin a good man? Monsters! That’s what kind! What could you possibly have against him? He—”
“Hold up, baby,” I interrupted her, raising my hand in the air. “Slow down. Breathe. Now, try again.”
She repeated what she’d said but slower, and my brow furrowed. What the hell was she talking about?
“Who is your father, baby?”