Confused, she looked back at him. “Why do you care? Are you threatening me? Are you really doing that?”
“Nah, not threatening, just saying.”
Exasperated, Cara yelled, “Get out of my life!”
Storming out, she ran to the ladies room, her head down and tears rolling down her cheeks. He’s such an asshole. How did I ever let him touch me? Fuck him! In the mirror, she touched her swollen lips with her fingertips, noticing Hawk’s cologne still lingered on her skin. Wiping herself with a damp cloth, Cara washed off his scent and fixed her face before going back to her table.
* * *
“Did that lowlife do anything to you?” Luke asked.
“No, we just talked, that’s all,” Cara said.
They sat in Luke’s car outside Cara’s house. She was tired, and her head hurt from the evening’s events.
“Are you going to ask me to come in?” Luke said, putting his arm around her.
Shaking his arm off, she replied, “Not tonight. I’m very tired.”
“If I was that badass biker, you’d let me in, wouldn’t you?”
“No, I wouldn’t. I’m tired and want to go inside, alone. Thanks, Luke. I had a nice time tonight.”
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. Call me. Goodnight.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. Before he could react, she was out of the car and on her porch, opening the front door. She waved at Luke and closed the door.
Cara breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Luke’s car leave; she wanted to be alone. Replaying her encounter with Hawk in her mind, his mean but truthful words echoed over and over. His harshness hurt her.
After she washed off her makeup, hung up her clothes, and slid under her comforter, she cried herself to sleep.
* * *
Pissed, Luke sped out of Cara’s driveway. The night hadn’t ended the way he’d wanted. The plan was to fuck Cara after the event so he could cement their connection, believing a nice girl like Cara would take the fucking to mean more than it did. He was mad at that outlaw biker for ruining his plans. Luke gathered Cara was smitten by the biker, and he also suspected the dirt bag said or did something to her to cause her to shut down, because when she came back to the table she was different, sullen and sad.
Luke was a little surprised the biker was interested in Cara since he had his pick of sexy, nasty women who loved hanging around bad boys. He wondered why the outlaw biker would be interested in a goody-two shoes like Cara. Luke had a hard-on just thinking of the nasty women who hung around biker clubs.
Looking at his watch, he noticed it was a little past midnight. He could still go to his main strip club, Dream House, see his favorite dancer, Missy, and if he tipped her well enough, he may score a blowjob from her. Forgetting about Cara, Luke raced toward downtown.
* * *
Hawk and Jax watched the new dancer grind and shimmy around the pole at Dream House. As the girl spread her legs wide and blew a kiss at Hawk, Jax poked him in the ribs, laughing. Obviously, she didn’t know Hawk was one of her bosses. The Insurgents owned the strip club, and Hawk, who handled the books, came by to check out the crowd, since earnings had fallen off in the past several months. Looking around, the club was packed, and Hawk’s stomach tightened as his suspicions of someone skimming off the top were confirmed.
Stealing from a club owned by an outlaw MC was not a smart move. Hawk hoped like hell Emma wasn’t the thief, because he liked her and didn’t want to hurt her. Emma had been a club whore for several years until she hooked up with Danny. She didn’t wear his patch, but she had been with him for a long time. After she and Danny got together, the Insurgents promoted her to manager of the strip bar. She was in charge of all the women and handled the money. When Hawk came in a few days before to go over the books, he’d noticed someone had dummied them up, and he seethed. He’d find out who was cheating the club, and there’d be hell to pay.
“This bitch is hot, don’t you think? She’s a great addition to the line-up,” Jax said.
Hawk looked at the woman gyrating on the pole. “Yeah, she’s good with her moves.”
“Are you going to initiate her into the club?”
“No, I’m not here for that.”
“Then I have free rein?”
“Yeah, go for it.”
Hawk noticed the way the stripper was eyeing him, and he knew all he had to do was wink at her and she’d have her full lips around his cock. He should fuck her; it’d serve Cara right if he fucked this bitch. He couldn’t believe Cara admitted he wasn’t good enough for her. Her words had cut him like a knife. I knew she just wanted a fuck and nothing more. She’s so stuck-up. She thinks that fucking suit is the better match for her. She doesn’t know shit about herself. She’s a smoldering fire who needs a man to ignite her, and pansy-ass doesn’t have a clue how to handle such a woman.