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She was falling in love with him, and she had no idea how she was going to make it work. Grace was pretty sure the college would frown on their relationship, not even taking into consideration how her family would feel about her being with a man like him. Each time she saw him, she swore she would end it; however, now she realized it was already too late. He had already stolen her heart.





Chapter 20



Ice stretched after they finished lunch.

“I have to head back. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

Grace paused at carrying the dirty dishes to the sink. “Oh, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She set the dishes down on the counter, trying not to show how disappointed she was that he was leaving.

“I would stay if I could. The club is having a welcome home party for one of the brothers who just got out of prison. He served a nickel, so we’re glad he’s finally out,” Ice explained.

“I see. You don’t have to explain. Are there going to be a lot of people there?” she asked, picking up a washcloth.

“Yeah, the club will be packed,” Ice answered then wished he had kept his mouth shut at her steady gaze.

The room filled with an uncomfortable tension.

“I would take you, but, baby, I don’t think you’d enjoy yourself at one of our parties. The brothers get pretty wild.”

“Do you think that I think I’m too good to go to your clubhouse?”

“You are too good to go to one of our parties.” Ice laughed. “The brothers get drunk, then they start fights over the women.” Ice knew he had fucked up as soon as the words came out of his mouth.

“Are there going to be a lot of women there?”

“Some,” he admitted.

“Oh.” She began doing the dishes.#p#分页标题#e#

“Dammit, do you want to go or not?”

“Yes, thank you. I’ll go get dressed.” She took his hand. “Come help me pick out something.”

Ice reluctantly followed her into her bedroom, wishing he could go back to bed and start the day over because he had a feeling this one wasn’t going to end well.

Grace opened her closet, looking at him eagerly. “Pick something out for me. I’ll wear anything you want me to.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, just don’t make me look silly.” She eyed him suspiciously.

Ice looked at the rows and rows of clothes in her walk-in closet. He opened and closed several of her built-in drawers before finding her jean drawer. He pulled out her oldest pair and handed them to her. Then he went to another row of drawers. Opening the first one, he stared down in shock. His hand reached in, coming out with a handful of silky underwear.

“What in the fuck are these?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen women’s underwear before?” she snapped.

“I have. I just want to know why I haven’t seen you in any of these.” He hooked his finger through a sheer black thong.

“My mother likes to buy me clothes. She bought all those.”

Ice tossed the thong to her. “I hate to tell you this, baby, but your mom’s got better taste in underwear than you do.”

He opened another drawer, pulling out a miniscule, silky grey negligee. “I’m throwing away those ugly pajamas of yours.” He put the negligee back in the drawer and was about to close it when he saw a pale pink camisole.

“This is how you wear pink,” he said appreciably, putting it on top of the clothes she was holding.

“Perhaps this was a bad idea.”

Ice ignored her, closing the drawer and opening another. He searched through it and another before he pulled out a white crocheted sweater with rhinestones for buttons. He handed that over, as well.

“You got any boots?” he asked, going to stand in front of her shoe organizer.

“Of course.” She showed him the three pairs of boots.

“You pick these out?”

“Yes.”

“I can tell.” He picked one pair out. “These will have to do.”

Grace was trying really hard not to become angry. This would technically be their first date night out with his friends, and she didn’t want him to change his mind about taking her.

“Get dressed. We need to ride,” Ice ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” Grace smarted off, going into her bathroom to change.

She made a quick call to ask CeCe to check on her dogs later in the evening. After she agreed, Grace hurriedly dressed, not putting it past Ice to leave her behind.

After she was dressed, Ice rushed her out the door, barely giving her enough time to say goodbye to her pets and set the alarm.

The three-hour drive was miserable. The first hour was fun, the second it became boring, and the third was painful on her butt. After that, she was simply miserable. When they arrived at his clubhouse in Queen City, it was beginning to get dark. After Ice parked, the loud, beating music from inside could be heard. There was something inherently dangerous about the building with so many motorcycles sitting out front.