Page 7 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
I shrugged. “I like fries.”
“Never said I’d share my fries with you.”
I took a step toward her. “Would there be other things you’d be willing to share with me?”
She looked up into my eyes. “Depends. Do you have any STD’s? Or baby mamas I should know about?”
I chuckled darkly. “I’ve got nothing that could hurt you. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
She finished off her beer. “Guess you’ll never find out.”
The bartender snorted before he coughed and my glare in his direction excused him from the bar. He cackled as he headed for the back room, though, and I didn’t appreciate it. This woman, whose name I didn’t hear, set her empty beer glass onto the bar before reaching over and getting herself another one. She popped it open with her hand before tossing me the metal lid, to which I caught it in my hand.
And not once did I take my eyes off her to catch it.
“Impressive,” she said.
I tossed the tap behind the bar. “So are you. What’s your name?”
“Anything you want it to be, handsome.”
I closed the distance between us. “I don’t play that game. What’s your name? Your real name?”
Her eyes danced between my own. “Tara. And yourself?”
“My friends call me Sly.”
I was in a very unique position, because while I was attracted to Tara, I also needed to get in good with her if we had any chance of figuring out who Chains really was. I could use this to everyone’s advantage, including hers, if she let me get that far. So, with a boldness in my chest and a need in my gut, I poured it on as thick as I could manage.
“Well, Tara, I’m going to be upfront: I find you incredibly attractive. But I also find you sassy, and I like that in a woman. Someone who can stand up for themselves and not take anyone’s shit. It’s one of the hottest things alive to me.”
She nodded. “Right, right.”
I smiled. “So, I want to take you out next weekend. You and me, anywhere you want to go on the back of my bike. We can go eat. Or take in some sights. Or catch a movie. Or do all of it.”
She licked her lips. “Or none of it.”
My cock twitched. “That, too.”
She took a step back. “What’s in it for me if I go out with you?”
“Other than a good time you don’t have to pay a dime for? Dessert.”
“Mmmm, I do have a rough sweet tooth.”
I grinned. “Then, it’s a good thing that my specialty is rough.”
Her cheeks flushed and I knew I had her.
“Friday night. You and me. I’ll come pick you up, we go anywhere you want, and afterwards if you want to head back to my place, we can do that, too. All on your timeframe and on your call, and none of it you pay for. Simple as that.”
She nodded slowly. “Simple as that, huh?”
I pulled out my phone. “Just enter your number and we’ll be good to go. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Her eyes dropped to my phone and she stared at it for a long time. Then, as I held my breath watching her, she picked it up. Relief washed through my veins as she typed in her number and saved it to my phone, then handed it back to me.
“See you around, Slick.”
I chuckled. “You mean, ‘Sly’.”
Her hips swayed as she walked away from me. “No, I didn't.”
I chuckled as I watched her walk over to a booth. One of our waitresses crossed quickly over to her and took her order, and I simply watched. I watched the way Tara smiled up at the woman. I watched the way her lips curled around yet another bottle of beer. I watched as our hot wings were delivered to her and I watched as she used a fork and a fucking knife to pick them apart and eat them without ever picking one up.
Huh. Interesting.
A rush of screaming, yelling, and cursing filtered into the room and I heard a commotion out in the hallway. I whipped around and saw Link charging out of the door and into the room with wads of cash in his hand and a triumphant smile on his face. And right on his tail, clapping and cheering and “supporting” him was Chains.
Guess I know who the winner is tonight.
Still, there was something eating at me. There was something incredibly unnatural about Chains and the way he reacted. The way he looked. Not to mention, there was something incredibly off about the way Tara held herself. The poise she had. The way she ate her food. It was obvious that her and her brother had come from a privileged life. And while that wasn’t a sin in and of itself, it certainly wasn’t the makings of a man who wanted to join up with a crew like ours. Goodie-two-shoes didn’t join up with gray-area crews. Men who didn’t have any futures did, though.
