Man of the House(144)

There was a pause. “Clutch? What are you doing here?”

“Your father sent me,” I said. “I have to talk to you.”

I was really, really dreading this.

Janine was not known for her calm serenity. Janine was a fucking spitfire. We all called her the biker princess, but that was far from the truth. Janine was as down to earth as they got, but she didn’t take shit from anyone, and a lot of guys didn’t like that.

Personally, that sort of thing got my cock nice and hard. I loved seeing her push her weight around these hard guys, making them bite back comments they’d have said to basically any other woman. Janine could do things nobody else could because of her father, and she wasn’t afraid to use that power.

She didn’t hesitate to talk back to a big, hulking biker. A big biker like me.

And I knew she was not going to be happy about this.

“Fine,” she said. “Come up.”

The door buzzed and I pulled it open. The building was nice, modern, and comfortable. My boots made a nice thump as I walked up the stairs and stopped outside her door.

I knocked and it opened.

“Come in,” she said.

I shut the door behind me. She stood a few feet away, her arms crossed, and I stopped in my fucking tracks when I got a look at her.

Hair in a messy bun, falling all down her gorgeous fucking face. Her shorts were tiny and short, showing off her long, sexy legs. And that tank top wasn’t doing much to hide her full, incredible fucking breasts, pushed up by her arms.

But it was her eyes that really did me in. Deep and piercing, and more than a little annoyed, she looked at me like she wanted me to fucking leave and also never exist all at once.

“Why are you here, Clutch?”

There it was, my name from her mouth again. The way she said it both pissed me off and drove me wild.

“Larkin sent me,” I said. “I got to tell you something.”

“So tell me and then leave,” she said. “I have work in an hour.”

“I know,” I said. “Maybe you should sit.”

“Maybe you should say it before I get really annoyed.”

I couldn’t help but grin at her. “Wild one, aren’t you?” I asked her. “Most guys at the club hate that mouth of yours.”

“Most guys at the club can’t handle me,” she said.

“I agree.” I laughed and stepped toward her. “Personally, I like that mouth, and all the things it’s capable of.”

Her jaw fucking dropped.

I savored that shocked look on her face, because I wasn’t going to get to see it again. I’d surprised her, but I doubted I’d surprise her twice. And fuck was it worth it.

“I can’t believe you’d say that to me,” she said.

“What, because your daddy is the club president?” I asked. “Doesn’t change the fact that I could make you moan loud and make your body sweat.”

She stared at me, totally bewildered, before finally laughing. “Okay, you lost your mind,” she said, walking into the kitchen.

I grinned and watched her go. I needed her a little off balance before I told her this news. Plus, it wasn’t like she was going to tell her dad on me just because I talked a little dirty to her.

And bedsides, all I did was speak the truth.

“Look, Janine,” I said, following her. “I’m here for a simple reason.”

“Oh, more than just to say dirty things to me?”

“I can do that too, if you want,” I said, smirking.

“No. Tell me what’s really going on.”

She poured herself some coffee but didn’t offer me any.

“Larkin wants me to watch over you,” I said.

She raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m your new bodyguard, princess.”

She stared at me, speechless.

I grinned even larger. It looked like I was wrong.

I had surprised her again after all.





5





Janine





“Why the hell would I need a bodyguard?” I asked him.

That cocky bastard just smiled at me and shrugged. I wanted to throw him out, but Clutch was six feet tall and covered in muscles. I couldn’t move him an inch if he didn’t want me to.

“Not my place to ask,” he said. “Larkin gave me orders and I’m following them.”

I shook my head, completely mystified.

First, Clutch shows up at my door early in the morning out of nowhere. I didn’t even know he knew where I lived, but fine, that’s no big deal. Then he starts talking dirty to me, sending chills of excitement up my spine. Truthfully, I loved it; I loved the way he spoke to me. It was forbidden and dirty and exciting, and I’d been waiting for Clutch to say that sort of thing to me for a long time.