Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(28)

I turned back to Cade. “I’m borrowing this.”

His eyes grew dark and he looked at me with fierce intensity. “Yeah babe.” He replied. Weird.

I turned. “I’m going to get my dress…man I have to do the walk of shame!” I whined while walking out the door, hearing Cade’s manly chuckle behind me.

I stepped into the hall towards what I thought was the direction of the front door, I was a bit busy last night to remember the layout. I peered at pictures scattered on the walls, some of Cade and the men I saw at Rosie’s, all grinning at the camera, outside a garage. Another was of Cade and Rosie, with an older, hard looking woman with dark hair and blonde streaks. She was a biker babe, and was beautiful, but looked like she had seen a lot in her life with some familiar grey eyes . I turned my gaze away, focusing on the mission at hand, which was not taking a trip down Cade’s memory lane. This was just a one night stand after all.

“Aha!” I whispered, finding my dress and the tattered remains of my underwear.

I quickly whipped off Cades tee, savoring the musky scent and trying to think of a way I could sneak it out without him noticing. Alas, my Prada was not big enough to hide it. I pulled my dress on and shoved my ruined panties in my purse, which was lying beside the pile of clothes. I quickly checked my phone. Six missed calls, three from Amy, three from random numbers, a couple of voicemails and a text.

Hey girl, I’m guessing you are in the midst of a sexfest (woo f*cking hoo!) so don’t worry I have opened the store, and Rosie is with me. No rush we have things sorted. Glad those cobwebs have been cleared. Kisses xxx

I laughed out loud at Amy, silently thanking the gods that my friend was not as slutty as I was. At least not last night. I was going to rush though, my store was my dream, I wasn’t letting a man distract me from putting 100% into it.

I still had my phone open on Amy’s text, when Cade voice whispered in my ear. “See baby, no rush.”

I jumped, hating people sneaking up on me. I whirled my head around, directing my second glare of the day at Cade. It didn’t help I had not consumed one once of caffeine, luckily my orgasm would be enough to sustain me.

“Don’t do that, you scared the bejezus out of me.” I said tightly. “And don’t read my texts over my shoulder, that’s rude.”

He ignored me, wrapping his arms around me, running then up my body, caressing my breasts. I couldn’t help but moan, just a little.

“I think we better keep working on getting those cobwebs out babe, don’t think I was thorough enough.” Cade told me gruffly.

I so didn’t find that funny. I pulled away from him (with extreme effort) and crossed my arms. “I need you to take me home now, please.”

Cade frowned. “That keen to get away are we?”

“No, I just have work to do, a job? Do you know what that is?” I said with a slight bite, wondering if he even had a job, one that didn’t include committing felonies.

Cade’s frown deepened. “Yeah babe I do.” He clipped. “Get your shit and we’ll go.”

Uh oh, maybe I was a little bit too much of a bitch, I thought about apologizing, but I’m just too stubborn for that.

“I’m ready.” I said, trying to avoid his angry stare.

He picked up his jeans and pulled them on commando, before slipping on the tee I was just wearing. It took all of my willpower not to jump him.

“Right lets go.” He all but pushed me toward the front door. I quickly took in what I could see of the rest of his house. We were walking towards the foyer, with a coat rack pilled full of jackets, and a couple of pairs of boots below it. As we approached the door I glanced to my left to see an open plan living room/ kitchen area jutting off the foyer. It was sparse with a couch that had seen better days sitting in the middle, an old afghan was thrown haphazardly over the back. A cluttered coffee table sat in front of it, littered with beer bottles and what looked like motorcycle parts. A huge TV took up a lot of space in the room, it looked top of the range. Boys and their toys I mentally shook my head. To the right of the living room was a big kitchen with a breakfast bar sitting in front and stools in front of that. I craned my head to get a better look, and hadn’t realized I had all but stopped walking, that was until I felt Cades heavy glare.

“Babe.” He clipped staring at me, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

“What?” I asked slightly irritated with him for interrupting my noseying.

“You want to get to your store or you want to get the floor plan of my house?”

I screwed my face up at him. Attractive I know.

“My store thank you.” I muttered, and continued to walk towards the door, where he stood. Someone pounded on that door, loudly. I jumped, the obviously strong fist banging on the door brought back some nasty memories. Cade glanced at me, looking puzzled before he opened the door. The man on the other side of it did nothing to help my already fragile nerves. He was big, not as tall or as built as Cade but still imposing, built like a pit bull and looking about as nice, this guy was scary. Bald head, maybe in his early fifties, he had a black goatee covering his chin. A tattoo crawled up his neck, words I couldn’t make out. He was wearing jeans with a black thermal and a cut over top. My eyes zeroed in on the ‘President’ patch on his cut. I looked back to his face and into his eyes, which were currently focused on me. One look at this guy I knew. I didn’t know with Jimmy, well not until it was too late because he hid it under his good looks, his charm and his intoxicating presence. But after being around the people Jimmy associated with and after my attack I knew. I knew bad when I saw it, its not something in a persons eyes, it’s a lack of something, humility compassion, I don’t know for sure, I don’t know how to describe it. But when you’ve looked evil straight in the face, you don’t forget what it looks like, and I knew I was looking at a version of what nearly got me dead over a year ago.