Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Come in, my child.”
I whip my head back toward the door that’s now wide open. Standing before me is a woman with a sheer veil over her face. I lick my lips and rush inside.
“I know what it is you seek. Are you sure this is what you want?” she asks once I’m inside.
“Yes, it is the only way to help my sister,” I reply.
She releases a laugh. “You say that now, but it won’t always be this way.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
She pushes the sheer veil back and looks me deep in the eyes. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. You will seek revenge and power, but it will bring you to your knees if you’re not careful.
“The ingredient you seek is futile. It won’t work. Not on the likes of whom you intend to use it on. Walk away, my darling. This road holds nothing but pain.”
“I will not leave my sister to continue this way. I need to do this.”
“You say that now, but you’ll have a change of heart and your sister will fall far from your mind. Once you remember her, you will be too far set on the course that will take you away from her,” she says almost pleadingly.
“Why do you care? Take the money and give me what I need,” I snarl.
“I will always look after you, my child. I’m only trying to protect you.”
“I can protect myself. I have done so for most of my life.”
“For that I am sorry. I … never mind. Your heart wants what it wants. You will not hear me.”
She turns and goes over to a table to retrieve a box, then turns back to me to hold it out.
I move forward to take it from her. However, she doesn’t release it once I have it in my grasp. I go to tug it from her hands, but she tightens her hold.
“We will meet again,” she says with a distant look in her eyes.
New Attention
Six weeks later …
Idon’t know why I’m so disappointed not to see the biker tonight. In the last month or so since he’s been coming in, he’s never spoken to me, but I look forward to catching a glimpse of him.
Gah, all that thick red hair and that body. I might be tiny, but I love a big, strong, tall man. He checks off all the boxes. Too bad I’m too shy to make a move.
“Get a grip, Taylor,” I mumble to myself.
That man isn’t thinking about me. He probably has a ton of women back at his clubhouse who satisfy his needs. I’d become a club bunny just to be one of them.
I groan at my thoughts and rub my temples. I haven’t been able to focus on the paper I’m writing since realizing Big Red hasn’t come in tonight.
Big Red … I snort to myself. I can’t help wondering what his real name is. I bet it’s something strong, like Slash or Demon.
I chuckle to myself and shake my head. I’ve been reading too many biker romances. Once again, I try to focus on the words before me.
I glance at the time on my laptop. I need to head home soon. I’ve been trying to wait a little longer to see if Big Red will show up tonight. The sight of him alone has been brightening my nights since the first time he came in.
“Hey there.”
I look up from my laptop into a pair of green eyes. It’s not my biker, but he’s handsome as well. I guess my short king phase is over. At four-eleven, most guys who hit on me aren’t much taller than I am.
Not that Big Red has hit on me and this guy has only said hello. I frown at my thoughts. He gives me a big smile and holds his hand out toward me.
“I’m Ferg. I would love to know the name of such a gorgeous woman.”
I smile and take his hand. “Taylor.”
Again, I wonder what my biker’s name is. Throttle or Ax, maybe. I’m sure it’s something that rolls off the tongue.
Speaking of tongues. Big Red is so tall and broad I would like to bounce on him while sucking his tongue into my mouth. I squeeze my thighs as my thoughts try to carry me away.
Hell, I’m a virgin, not a saint. I have fantasies and desires. Since Big Red started coming here, I’ve been imagining it’s him on the other side of those flames.
Each night in my dreams, I’m naked on my knees, waiting for him. My cheeks heat as those thoughts come unbidden. I wonder where he is tonight?
“Nice to meet you. Do you mind if I take a seat?”
Ugh, why can’t Big Red be this bold? Probably because I’m not his type. I look down into my lap. I’ve been trying my best to dress nicer when I come in. The jeans I’ve been wearing have been so tight they leave seam marks on my legs when I get home to take them off.