Page 16 of Cyber
What the hell was going on? The clubhouse was never that clean so early in the morning.
Using both hands, I pushed open the door to the kitchen. “What's for breakfast?” I asked and then froze.
It looked like half the club was crammed into the small space. They loitered against every available surface, their hungover faces eager. Perched on the side nearest the stove was Monster, his legs swinging like those of a schoolboy who had climbed up on his mother’s counter. There was a plate full of food on his lap and a rapt expression on his face as he shovelled a forkful of eggs into his mouth.
“Iris is cooking for us,” he said with his mouth full, and I grimaced.
“Iris?” None of this made any sense in my hungover state. “What the fuck?” Finally my eyes landed on her. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a high messy ponytail, jeans hung from her hips, and there was a hole in her sock where her pinkie toe was.
“You’re cooking?”
She glanced over her shoulder at me, her smile a little uncertain. “I wanted to make myself useful.”
“You tidied up as well?” I arched an eyebrow at her, my eyes scanning over her body. “Is that my shirt?”
“Yes, and yes.” She went back to pushing something around the pan. “I hope you don't mind?”
“No, I don't mind.” I liked seeing her in my shirt. It would have been better if we were alone and she had nothing on but it, but I knew that could never happen. Still, her wearing my stuff would send a clear message to whoever felt like trying their luck that she was off limits.
“It looks good on you,” I mumbled. “So how does a man get in on this breakfast action?”
“Back on the line brother,” Monster pointed with his fork and I grumbled loudly.
“But…”
“No buts…”
I cut him off, my attention drawn back to Iris’ feet where her little toe was wiggling playfully through the hole. “There's a hole in your sock.”
“Actually, there's a hole in my sock,” Monster answered for her. “She was walking around barefoot, so I was a gentleman and gave her mine.”
I glowered at him. “You gave her your socks?”
“She was walking around picking up glass, brother. I didn't want her to cut herself.” Slowly Monster put his plate down, sliding off the side. “They are just socks, Cyber. Not even clean socks. I didn’t put my cut on her back. You need to calm down.”
Calm down? Was that what I needed to do? Because what I wanted to do was punch him in his stupidly handsome face. What the fuck was he playing at being all charming with her?
“Do I?”
“Yes.”
Even the calm way he said it made my blood boil.
“Oh, for God’s sake.” Iris slammed her hands down on the cabinet top. The slapping noise was loud, and I turned to her in shock. “I was just trying to cook some breakfast. Don't like me wearing socks?” Bending, she tugged one dirty white sock off her foot and launched it at me. I ducked it easily, but I wasn’t so quick with the second that landed against my nose. I recoiled as the putrid smell assaulted my senses. “I won't wear socks,” she finished.
“This has nothing to do with socks, Iris. This is...”
“What has it got to do with then, Cyber?”
This was going all wrong, and my head was too delicate to deal with it. “A woman wearing a man's clothes means something. It’s a property thing.” The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I shouldn't have said them.
Her eyes narrowed. “A property thing? I'm no one's damn property. Maybe I should take this off as well.” Her fingers curled around the hem of my shirt, pulling it upwards.
I stepped forward menacingly. “Don’t you fucking dare, Iris.”
“Out.” Monster slid past me, motioning for everyone to leave. “Let's give these two some privacy.”
I didn't watch them shuffle, I couldn't drag my eyes from the small inch of Iris’ flat stomach.
