Page 71 of Snake (Road Rebels MC 3)
“I didn’t expect you to come,” I said to her, and she blinked her eyes as a smile spread across her face.
“I didn’t expect me to come, either. But here I am,” Noelle replied in a soft, seductive voice and already, I could feel my cock moving in my pants.
“What made you change your mind?” I asked her and Noelle reached for the glass of sparkling water that the hostess had poured for her. I watched her as she took a sip, leaving a faint mark of her red lipstick on the rim of the glass. I wanted those lips on me, on my cock…and I shifted in my chair. Being around her made me uncomfortable with a desperate desire for her body. I wanted her to know what she was capable of doing to me.
“I wanted to see you again,” she said, in a matter of fact voice and I picked up my bottle of beer.
“Order anything you want,” I told her, and she gazed at the menu.
“Do you know what you want?” she asked.
“I’ll have what you’re having,” I replied and she smiled as she looked down at the menu, her bangs falling over her eyes.
“Not a fussy eater! You don’t fail to surprise me do you?” she said and looked up at me again.
“What made you think that I was a fussy eater?” I asked her, leaning over the table a little towards her. I got a whiff of her expensive floral perfume, and I breathed in the scent, allowing it to take over my senses.
Noelle shrugged her shoulders.
“Just something about you told me that you like things a certain way, and if you don’t get your way, you make sure to put up a fuss,” she said with a smile. I could see from the twinkle in her eyes that she was teasing me.
I didn’t like being teased, but with Noelle, I quickly realized that she was allowed to do anything she wanted with me. I smiled at her, and her eyes glowed.
“You should smile more often, Tank. It makes you look more approachable,” she said.
“I don’t have any business being more approachable,” I said and leaned closer to her. She did the same so that there was a distance of only a few inches between us over the table now.
“What if I told you that I want to make it my business to make you smile more?” she asked, in a soft husky voice. I looked into her dark blue eyes, she was calming me down, she had that magic about her.
“Then I would say that you have a long road ahead of you,” I replied and with a comical roll of her eyes, that made her look more childish than she was, Noelle sat back down on her chair and drew her glass of water up to her lips again.
“I’ve decided what I want. The Garganelli with mussels in a white wine sauce,” she said and laughed when she saw that I had no idea what she was talking about. All I knew about Italian food was pizza and pasta.
“I’ll have the same then,” I said, and she arched her eyebrows at me.
“Are you sure?” she asked with the smile still tugging her lips. She was testing me against my claim about being a non-fussy eater. I decided to present her with a smile.
“Yes, I’m absolutely sure, Noelle. Order away,” I replied and indicated to one of the waiters to come over to our table.
Noelle was beaming widely at me, studying my face.
“I think I’m going to have a lot of fun getting to know you tonight, Tank,” she said as the waiter approached us.
He had his notebook ready to take down our orders, and Noelle looked up at him, after passing me a flourishing look.
“We’ll both have the best pasta dish on your menu,” she said. “That’s a relief to say!” she looked at me again and noticed the confused expression on my face.
“I’m tired of ordering fancy,” she admitted with a slight laugh. Watching her laugh made me happier than I could have possibly imagined and I knew I was in deep trouble.
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“And his investments really paid off. He retired at fifty and hasn’t worked a day in his life since,” Noelle was telling me about her father’s work, and from the sounds of it; she came from a family that was not only wealthy but mixed with the higher strata of society that I was completely unfamiliar with.
I nodded my head and watched her as she ate. She was delicate and feminine with her food…was that a sign of good breeding? There was nothing about this woman that was familiar to me, and yet, it felt like I knew her already.
“And what about your mom?” I asked, and Noelle arched her eyebrows like she was going to tell me a joke.
“Well, mom is a lady who lunches,” she said and let out a soft laugh. I didn’t have any idea what she was talking about, but I smiled along, paying more attention to the curves of her lips as she laughed.
My gaze fell over her shoulder then, at the two men at the bar at the back of the restaurant. They had been looking in our direction, and I looked back at them; recognizing their Dragon Knights patches immediately. A wave of rage washed over me, and I shifted in my chair. My leather jacket was off, and I hoped they hadn’t noticed who I was.
“What about you, Tank? Tell me about your parents,” I heard Noelle say, but my eyes were fixed on the men behind her. They were both drinking beers, staring openly at me and I glared back at them. They wanted to be found. They wanted me to know that I was being watched.
“Tank?” Noelle’s voice interrupted my glare, and I turned back to her, no doubt she would have noticed the icy coldness of my gaze.
“What?” I snapped, and she knotted her brows.
“I was asking about your parents, but you don’t have to talk about them if you don’t want to,” she said, the humor in her voice had dropped instantly. I clenched my jaws and stuck a fork into my plate of pasta.
“Nothing to tell. I left home when I was fifteen, and I haven’t seen or spoken to them since then,” I said in a low growl and to my surprise, Noelle reached a hand out to me and clasped mine in hers. I clenched my fists, my eyes shifting to the two DK assholes behind her, who were watching everything. How had I not noticed them before? I was cursing myself to have led them to Noelle.
“Do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’ll understand,” I heard her say and I looked at her again.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said to her again, but Noelle was patient with me. She assumed that my enraged mood was the result of the topic about my parents. She was looking at me with a softened gaze.
“Tank, these things happen. I know from my own complicated relationship with my parents how hard these things are. If you left home at that early age, and if you’ve not stayed in touch with them, I’m sure you’ve had good reason not to,” she said and squeezed my hand.
The men at the bar raised their bottles of beer in the air at that moment, and I yanked my hand away from Noelle’s hold.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, in a bruised voice as I started tapping my feet on the ground. I needed to get her out of that place, but I also didn’t want to scare her.
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t know what else to tell you about my
parents,” I said and stared at her half eaten plate of pasta. I was toying with the idea of asking her to leave her food and walk out with me, but that would upset her or scare her. I needed to handle the situation delicately.
“You can tell me what happened. What made you leave home and join an MC?” she asked, and I watched as she lifted a forkful of pasta to her mouth. She had a kindness in her eyes and voice, and it made me sick that there were two Dragon Knights members who were watching me and her now.
I was glad that this was a public place though, which meant that chances of a shootout happening here were far less. However, I still tried to discreetly feel the gun I had stuffed in my belt. I needed to be prepared for anything happening.
“Noelle, I really don’t want to talk about it right now,” I said and glanced at the guys at the counter again. They were smiling at me, goading me. I had to do everything in my power to not charge at them with guns blazing. The last thing I wanted tonight, was to put Noelle’s life in danger. But that was exactly what I had led her to. Once again, I had underestimated the Dragon Knights. I had assumed that they wouldn’t be watching me. That they wouldn’t follow me on a date. How they fuck did they even know I was here?
“I understand, Tank. We don’t have to talk about it. It’s just that sometimes, it makes life easier just to relieve yourself of these kinds of burdens,” Noelle continued. She had tilted her head to the side as she watched me, but she couldn’t understand why exactly it was that I was angry.
I nodded my head and pushed my plate away from me.
“I think I’m done,” I said and looked at her expectantly, hoping that she would say the same. But instead, Noelle smirked and raised another forkful of pasta to her mouth.
“You’ve barely eaten it. You were lying when you said you’re not a fussy eater!” she exclaimed and smiled with a mouthful of pasta.
