Cash's Fight(77)

Rachel ignored the glint of warning in his eyes. He’d actually thought she would be sitting around waiting for him after their disaster of a date?

“Why would I want to spend the day with you?” she mocked. “I get to spend time with you between all the other women in town. Big freaking deal! You’ve lost your ever-loving, crazy-assed mind.”

Cash’s mouth twitched in humor at her words. “Sweetheart, if you spend time with me between two people, it won’t be women.”

His vulgarity had her blood boiling.

“You’re crude.”

“No, I’m telling you like it is.” His hand burrowed into her hair, tilting her head back to force her to stare into his eyes. “I’m done pretending. I’m not kind or sweet, and I sure as fuck am not a gentleman. I’m not going to court you the way you and your brothers want because that’s not working for us. We’ve already fucked, and as much as you want to pretend it didn’t happen, it did.”

Rachel squeezed her eyes closed, unable to look at him any longer.

“I watched my father become a shell of the man he was, devoting his life to a church and wife he didn’t care about to replace your mother. I wasn’t going to let a Porter woman steal my soul, so I stayed away until I realized when you disappeared it was already too late.

“We both know that you care about me.” Rachel opened her mouth to deny his assertion. “If you deny it, I will carry you to your bedroom and prove it.” He paused, waiting for her response.

Rachel wisely remained silent, glaring at him; she wasn’t stupid. Cash was an experienced lover. In the battle between bodies, she would lose, hands down. She might be furious at his arrogance, but the man had a body no woman in her right mind would want to resist.

“So, I’m giving you notice to prepare yourself. I will not have you throwing it out to me later that I swept you off your feet, that you weren’t experienced enough to handle me, or you didn’t know what you were getting yourself involved with. You’re going to be in my life as my woman from now on.” His thumb brushed against her nipple over her shirt. “Some things you’re going to enjoy and others are going to piss you off. But either way, you’re going to be mine.” His ruthless words excited something deep within her.

Cash released her, stepping back to get on his bike.

She started to argue with him, but the obnoxious man couldn’t hear her over the roar of his bike as he rode away. He had said what he wanted to say and left before she could tell him to jump in the lake. Rachel stood staring at his dust with her hands on her hips.

He thought he could order her to be his woman? Did he not know her at all?

Rachel stomped angrily into the house.

Their next date wouldn’t go any better than their last. Maybe then he would realize it was useless to keep pestering her.

She went into the house, locking the door behind her, wishing she could lock her feelings away as easily. The feel of his body pressed against hers had aroused emotions she had thought his hurtful behavior had erased. Her traitorous body wanted him again, any way she could get him, while her mind screamed to tell him to get lost. She was a smart, intelligent woman; she would be able to keep herself under control.#p#分页标题#e#

She needed a backup plan that would prevent her from losing to Cash again.

* * *

Rachel nervously waited for her date to show up. This plan may not have been one of her brightest, but she was determined to go through with it. King’s restaurant was just as busy tonight as when she had gone out with Cash.

“Hi, Rachel.”

“Hi, Evie.” She had been watching the door so closely she hadn’t noticed Evie approaching her table. King’s wife and a member of The Last Riders was someone she didn’t know well yet had gradually become acquainted with because of Beth and Lily.

“You here alone?”

“Not exactly,” Rachel prevaricated.

“Cash meeting you?”

“No,” she said out of time, her date walking across the busy restaurant toward her.

“Hi, Rachel.” Scorpion smiled down at her then looked inquiringly toward Evie.

“Um… Scorpion, this is Evie. Her husband owns this restaurant.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” He held out his hand which Evie ignored, her gaze going to Rachel.

“I need to get back to the kitchen.” Rachel nodded her head as Evie left and Scorpion sat down.

“I was surprised you called and invited me to dinner,” Scorpion commented, ordering a glass of tea from the waitress who had come to take their order.

“I told you I would think about it when I saw you again at Pastor Patterson’s anniversary party.”