Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(19)
“Now I’m going to have to stick around for a bit cause Rosie will get pissed if I up and leave as soon as I arrive, that bitch has been planning this barbeque for weeks. But as soon as f*ckin possible I’m leaving, and you’ll be on the back of my bike. Got it?” His eyes were locked with mine. His statement was not a question, more like a command.
I blinked, anger starting to bubble up inside me at being ordered around, but not I was not able to fully get riled after that mind blowing orgasm. Cade was still looking at me expectantly, like he was waiting for some sort of verbal response. I currently wasn’t able to make my brain form coherent words.
“Oh and baby? We are going to talk about why the f*ck you damn near fainted at the sight of me and boys earlier, I seen raw fear before, and it was all over your face.”
Ok now I was angry. “Are you f*cking kidding me?” I spat at him. “You think you can just waltz into my life, expecting me to open my legs at your say so and share personal details on your command, when we have not so much as ate a meal together, never mind you asking me on a real date?” My voice rose to an almost full blown yell. “If you think I will ever willingly be in the same room as someone as arrogant and bossy as you, then your are insane.” I yanked myself out of his arms, righting my dress and stomped towards the door.
“Baby...” I heard from behind me, I whirled around and give my best death stare. “I am not your baby, nor will I ever be.” I hissed, my voice laced with venom. I slammed the door behind me.
I strutted right back into the party, with my head held high, ignoring the few yells and whistles. I spotted Amy, grabbing something to eat so I headed her way.
“Well you look….ruffled.” Amy giggled when I reached her.
I glared at her. “Don’t even start. I will not talk about what happened and we are no longer speaking of Cade.” I ordered, snatching a carrot stick off her plate.
Amy gave me a salute. “Aye Aye captain.” I guessed she was enjoying the drinks.
I rolled my eyes and followed her as we head to a table where Lucy, Ashley and some of the other women who’s names I had forgotten were sitting.
I sat myself down with a sigh, Ashley looked my way with a sly smile. “Everything okay Gwen?” She asked.
“Yes fine thanks.” I smiled at her genuinely, even if it was a bit strained.
“You and Cade…sort things out?” Lucy chimed in, curiously.
“We just had to get a few things straight.” I said tightly, but smiled again, not wanting these women to think I was a bitch. “Now I hope you ladies will all be at the store early on Wednesday for some pre drinks and first pick on some of the merchandise?” I tried to change the subject, luckily women and clothing were a match made in heaven.
After, whatever that was with Cade, I began to relax and chat happily with my new friends, drinking soda (keeping my wits about me) enjoying good food, and actually getting along with some of the bikers who would stop by our table every now and then. I even managed to completely ignore Cade, whose gaze I could feel burning a hole through me throughout the afternoon. As night started to fall, everything started to get a bit rowdier. Amy, who was not on non alcoholic drinks, was getting very flirty with said bikers, and they were lapping it up. When I saw her trying to get some very scary looking tattooed man to dance with her, I couldn’t help but snicker.
I spotted some of the same skanky girls giving me and Amy very dirty looks. I leaned over to Ashley. “So who are the girls over there currently giving new meaning to the phrase ‘If looks could kill’?” I asked jokingly, not wanting to offend her in case they were friend or relatives, in small towns like this you couldn’t be too careful.
Ashley made a face. “Oh those are the token club skanks.” She said scowling. “The boys kind of share them, Rosie did not want them here, but since they are ‘with’ I use that term very loosely, Asher and Jodie she had no choice.”
“Oh…” I said, a little bit lost for words, looking at the bottle blond who was looking at me like she wanted to scratch my eyes out.
Ashley noticed that. “Oh don’t mind Ginger.” She waved her hand “She’s Cades go to, well used to be.” She added quickly. The women had not missed the stares Cade had been directing at me all night. I swallowed, and surveyed the girl more closely. It was hard to see with the night growing darker and faint lanterns putting the yard in a soft glow. She had short, layered hair, eyes rimmed with black eyeliner, big silver hoops in her ears, a short jean skirt and tight muscle top on. The ‘biker whore’ look was finished with motorcycle boots. This opinion did not come from the fact I may have been a bit jealous. Which was ridiculous.
I caught Cade’s stare and rolled my eyes, glaring at him. The bastard just smirked at me! Right time to go. I scanned around for Amy, who was currently dancing with Rosie.
“Well I guess I better go, got a big day tomorrow, it was so nice to meet you and I will see you at the opening right?” I said to Ashley, while I stood.
She jumped up and gave me a big old hug, I return it surprised at the display.
She held me at arms length. “It was so awesome to meet you Gwen, you and Amy are the f*cking shit!” I laughed. “And there is no way I’m missing your opening.” She continued.
“Glad to hear.” I replied. “And remember to come early” I winked at her over my shoulder as I walked away.