Making the Cut (Son's of Templar MC)(6)

Her outfit made me look like a nun. Her little black Gucci dress was  halter neck, displaying her ample assets, was skin tight and had an open  back which dipped to almost her butt. With red lipstick, red shoes, and  her red hair tumbling past her shoulders, she looked amazing. If I  swung that way I would totally hit that. Alas, my taste appeared to be  sexy sociopaths.

We arrived at a restaurant called ‘Valentines' it was out of town a bit  on a hill where you could see a view of the twinkling lights below, and  the ocean beyond that. A friendly man working in the bookstore had  recommended it to me. The place was amazing, it had an open plan layout  with a few booths scattered around. It was on two different levels,  decorated in black and white with splashes of red. Floor to ceiling  windows which gave an amazing view of the ocean. It also was buzzing  with people. Once we were seated by our young matre di, who's eyes  popped out after seeing Amy, we ordered our cocktails.

"So how do you like Amber Ames? Everything you could have ever wanted?" I teased.

"Well since we spent most of the day in your store getting it ready, I  haven't really seen much of it, well scratch that, I took a walk down  main street for about ten minutes so I guess I have seen it all." Amy  answered, sarcasm dripping from her tone. "And I did see those orgasms  on a stick in the coffee shop so I am not writing this place off  completely."

I smiled and sipped my cocktail, assessing the people around the room.  More than a few were trying to sneakily stare at us, which I could  understand in a small town were newcomers were sure to stand out.

"I think we have sparked some curiosity." I smiled at a few people,  coming from a small town I knew a smile would go a long way to stop  people thinking I was an uptight bitch.

"Of course we have girl, a town this small, and women that look like us?" Amy rolled her eyes, taking a huge gulp of her drink.

"I'm so glad you're so modest." I told her dryly.

She flipped her hair. "I can't help that I am beautiful," She winked at  me. "I wonder who I call to order a night with those Greek Gods from the  café today?" She pondered.

"I do not care, nor do I even want to think about men ever again, I will  be quite happy living with you for the rest of my life." I smiled  sweetly at Amy while picking at some bread sticks.

Amy slapped my hand away. "Um, carbs girl? No. Drink your calories  instead. And as much as I love you, and I really do, you will not keep  me warm at night. Or give me mind blowing orgasms, so I think I am going  to have to find a man toy to replace my B.O.B." Amy patted my hand  tenderly, as if she hadn't just slapped it.

"Speaking of man candy check this out. Seriously have all the hot guys  been hiding in backwater towns my entire life?" Her face lit up, her  eyes narrowing in on the newcomers.

I rolled my eyes, a smile playing on my lips, ready to sling out some  sarcastic remark. The words got stuck in my throat when I turned my  head.

There, at the door stood Cade, looking imposing and far too sexy to be  legal. Who was I kidding? He probably wouldn't know a law if it spanked  him on his delightful ass. His casual stance exuded power, I battled  against my stupid ovaries, which seemed to be tingling. His buddy's  ranked similarly on the sex god scale, meaning Joe Manganiello had some  serious competition. I gave them a quick once over, yep all tall, built  with rippling muscles and danger radiating off them. I started to have  trouble breathing, feeling hot and sweaty as terrible images flashed  through my mind.

"Gwennie, Gwennie, helloo? Earth to Gwen." Amy waved her hand in front  of my face. "Have those beautiful men stolen your ability to speak?"

I didn't answer, my gaze was locked on the men, more specifically Cade. I  was pretty sure the universe hated me because they were being shown to a  table not far from ours. I tried to sink down in my seat, pulling my  menu up over my face, praying he wouldn't notice me. I was nowhere near  that lucky (Fuck you universe). His stormy grey eyes caught mine and a  weird spark ignited between us. Don't fall for it again Gwen, you know  how this ends. I shook my head and tried to focus on steadying my  breathing. Amy, who had been watching me the whole time like I was  having some sort of seizure, finally caught on noticing the cuts the men  wore over their shirts.                       
       
           



       

"Oh shit," Amy muttered. "Gwennie, its okay everything is fine, we'll just leave." She motioned to stand up.

"No!" I damn near leapt over the table to grab her arm. "I will not  leave just because of them, I will not let what happened to me make me  terrified to eat in a fucking restaurant and enjoy a cocktail with my  girlfriend!" I hissed, adamant I would not play the victim.

"Alright lets get another round." Amy motioned for the waiter.



I peeked past my hair to see if Cade was still looking at me and I  caught his eyes once more. "Fuck." I muttered, turning back to the table  to down my drink.

"That's my girl." Amy cooed, "Cosmos make everything better."

After a few (I may have lost count) more cocktails and a wonderful meal,  I decided I was feeling much more confident. I had made it my mission  not to gaze in his direction all night, ignoring the weird pull that  tried to yank my gaze there.

Amy carried on talking, telling me some stupid joke. I was laughing when  I felt it. The sizzle in the air, the hairs on my arms stood up in  awareness. I moved my gaze up to see Cade and his buddies standing at  our table. I gaped at Amy in a panic, the numbness of the alcohol  wearing off.

"Good evening ladies." Cade's deep voice sent shivers down my spine.  That feeling was quickly replaced by panic. Bikers were mere inches away  from me. Amy saw my reaction and tried to diffuse the situation.

"Whatever you're selling boys we ain't buyin, so run along and tinker  with your Harleys or whatever." Her Upper Middle Class breeding had  given her excellent experience in a patronizing tone.

I clenched my shaking hands together meeting Cades eyes, giving him my best snooty bitch stare.

"Well, well we have a feisty one here." One of the men drawled. He was  huge and tan with a bald head, reminding me a lot of ‘The Rock' but a  bit more rough round the edges.

"No need for the sass darling, we just seen you are new in town and  thought we would come and introduce ourselves, maybe we could buy you a  drink, even that girly shit." The Rock gestured to our Cosmos.

"We are quite alright thank you, getting acquainted with the towns  friendly motorcycle gang isn't really on our to do list, and I don't  drink hooch Rambo, or whatever motor oil you think that passes for  alcohol." Amy smiled sweetly. "You have a nice night now." Acid dripped  from tone.

She turned her head to me and remained picking at the remnants of her  dinner, acting as if the four (albeit beautiful) brutes were not still  standing right in front of our table, dripping testosterone all over the  place.

During Amy and Dwayne's (I christened him this) conversion, Cades eyes  had been on me the whole time, registering my fidgety movements and  panicked stare. A frown marred his attractive face, I could only stare  back and him, feeling a strange mixture of attraction and fear.

"Gwen." He spoke my name roughly and my pesky body reacted, the shivers returning.

"How do you know my name?" I squeaked, sounding like a scared child.

He continued to stare like I was some puzzle he couldn't figure out.  "Not much gets past me sweetheart, especially something like you," His  gaze pierced my skin. I wanted to squirm, the attraction between us  palpable. I managed to regain my wits when my eyes caught the ‘Vice  President' badge on his cut.

"You're a regular Sherlock Homes. Well if you'll excuse us, I just lost  my appetite." I replied acidly, and somewhat unsteadily got to my feet.  Amy followed suit. I reached into my purse, grabbing what I knew was far  too much and threw it on the table.

"Enjoy your night boys." I muttered, before flipping my hair, and did my  best (I had maybe one too many cosmos) to strut towards the door.

We made it to the parking lot and Amy was decidedly silent, either  figuring out what kind of emotional state I was in and how to deal with  me, or contemplating how hot all those men were. I was hoping for the  latter. Unluckily for me, she had about three less cosmos than I did.

"Well." Amy started carefully while fishing for her keys. "That was, an  interesting end to the night. Bikers, who would have thought?"

"Yep, well this is America, there is probably some small time gang of  Sons of Anarchy wannabes in every ho dunk town." I replied, going for  flippant.

Amy wasn't buying it, giving me a look across the car.