Page 5 of Jagger
Jagger: I can’t wait to see you tonight, Angel. Feel free to come by earlier than 8 if you can.
I had smiled as I read the text, and I couldn’t deny the spark of excitement at hearing from him. That had made my decision clear. I had to go tonight. Even if nothing came of it, I’d known that I would kick myself later if I bailed on the opportunity to see him again.
Me: I can be there around 7 if that works for you?
His response had been immediate.
Jagger: That’s perfect. I was afraid you would change your mind.
Me: Honestly, I almost did.
Jagger: I’m glad you didn’t, Angel. I’ll see you soon.
I’d glanced at the time and realized that I had to be there in two hours, and I had no freaking idea what to wear. I had debated calling Emma or Brad for advice, but quickly decided that was a bad idea. They would probably freak out, Emma out of concern, and Brad out of excitement. He had a thing for bad-boy types, even though Drew was far from it. Either way, it would involve lengthy phone calls, and I didn’t have time for that. I decided that I would at least send a text before I left, letting them know where I was headed and who I was meeting. That would be the smart and safe thing to do.
I’d jumped in the shower, taking extra care in shaving all the important parts, even though I had no plans for those parts to be touched or seen. It was just a drink, I kept repeating to myself. Still, when I was well-groomed, I felt more confident, and I needed all the confidence I could get to face tonight. I was so far out of my comfort zone that it wasn’t even funny.
After drying my hair, I’d ducked into the kitchen to warm up some leftovers from last night’s dinner. There was no way I was going to drink on an empty stomach. After I ate, I’d carefully applied my make-up, using a little more than I usually did. I was pleased with the way the smoky-eye effect brought out the blue of my eyes. I then plugged in my curling iron and was able to recreate the style I’d been given that morning at the salon. I had eyed myself in the mirror critically when I finished, taking in the way the soft layers fell in perfect waves down over my shoulders and part way down my back. I’d spent enough time out in the sun over summer break that I had some natural highlights in my normal golden-blonde hair, and I still had the barest hint of a tan. I was pleased with the overall effect and turned to my closet to find something to wear.
After several minutes spent flipping through the hangers, I finally settled on a red stretchy, knit wrap-around top, with cap sleeves. It revealed more cleavage than I was used to but wasn’t over-the-top. It clung nicely to my curves and emphasized my smaller waist, and it looked great with the new jeans I’d bought this morning. I had debated over my strappy red sandals with the four-inch heel, or my stylish black ankle boots with a low heel, deciding on the boots at the last minute. I wanted to be comfortable in case I was on my feet for any length of time. Besides, boots just seemed like more of a biker thing.
After looking at my phone to check the time, I quickly grabbed the small cross-body purse I used when I went out, and had slipped my keys, wallet, phone, and lip gloss inside, before hurrying down to my car.
Ten minutes later, I texted Brad and Emma with my location and plans for the evening, assuring them I would call them later, then let Jagger know that I had just pulled into the bar’s parking lot. He had immediately responded, telling me that he would meet me at the door. I was thrilled at his eagerness and made my way toward the building’s entrance, taking a few deep breaths to try to calm my nerves. I could hear the music as the door opened, and then Jagger had walked out. He had changed out of the white T-shirt he’d been wearing earlier and was now wearing a black shirt under his leather vest. He had also exchanged the well-worn blue jeans for a pair of black jeans that fit him like a glove. Lordy, I was sure I’d been drooling again, and I tried hard to remember that I couldn’t climb him like a tree, no matter how much I wanted to.
He had greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and I’d felt myself flush as goosebumps broke out on every part of my body. I’d made sure to wear a bra with a thicker lining in the cups than the one I’d worn earlier today, in anticipation of my nipples trying to jump up and say hello again. It was a good decision because I could feel those brazen hussies standing at attention at that moment. The lighting in the parking area was decent enough to see the interest flare in his eyes as he’d looked me over.
“You look gorgeous, Angel. I’m even more happy that I didn’t let you walk in there alone,” he’d said in a low voice as he’d reached up and tucked a wavy curl behind my ear. He had lightly cupped my jaw before taking a step back and reaching for my hand, and I’d felt butterflies inside all over again.
“Let’s go get that drink now,” he’d muttered, holding the door open and placing a hand on the small of my back to guide me inside. He had immediately taken my hand again, weaving our fingers together as he’d led me through the crowd to a small table in the darkened corner at the far end of the bar. For the next ten minutes or so, several of his brothers – members of his club, not actual blood brothers, he’d explained – had stopped by to meet me, which seemed to irritate Jagger to no end. One in particular, who had introduced himself as “Trick”, bothered him more than the others. Trick was clearly a first-class flirt, who attempted to greet me with a hug. He was stopped by Jagger, who quickly stood and put a hand in the middle of Trick’s chest, halting his movement and shoving him back on his heels. Trick had just grinned and put his hands up in the air, before shaking his head in amusement and stepping back.
“It was nice to meet you, sweetheart. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around,” he’d said with a wink, peering at me around Jagger’s shoulder, before walking away with a hip-rolling swagger. I couldn’t help but notice that nice butts seemed to be a requirement to join their club. The waitress had dropped off our drinks, which Jagger then scooped up without a word before leading me down a back hallway to his office. He’d opened the door, and I stepped inside, taking in the decent-sized space. There was the usual desk, laptop, filing cabinet and miscellaneous items you would expect, along with a leather sofa and small table along the opposite wall. I saw a few framed photos hanging on the walls, which seemed to be of various motorcycles.
Jagger had placed our drinks on the end table and turned to close the door as I stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. When he’d turned back to look at me, I’d felt he could sense my nervousness as he gave me a small, understanding smile and gestured to the sofa.
“We’ll never get the chance to talk if we stay out in the bar, between the music and my shithead brothers,” he’d explained. He had handed me my glass and grabbed his bottle of beer, before settling beside me on the sofa. I was grateful he’d left a decent space between us since my nerves were spiking out of control. It wasn’t that I was afraid of him, it was more that I was afraid of my reaction to him.
He had asked me about my afternoon, and I slowly relaxed as we casually chatted for the next few minutes. I couldn’t really tell you what we had talked about because I was too busy watching his mouth as he spoke or staring at his hands as he gestured about something. At one point, I’d noticed that he was having the same trouble paying attention as I was.
Twenty minutes and one rum and Coke later, we were making out like two teenagers who had the house to themselves for the first time ever. And now, here I was, huddled against the arm of the sofa, rubbing at the lips that were still tingling from his kisses, wondering what theheckI was doing…and then wondering how soon I could do it again.
Chapter 2
Jagger/Cole
“What the fuck, man?” I growled at Hawk as we walked down the hall toward the bar area.
“Christy’s here” was all he had to say, and that told me all I needed to know. I let out a groan and he clapped me on the back in a gesture of commiseration.
I was so fucking pissed off right now. One minute, I had my hands full of a sweet and sexy-as-hell woman, kissing her as if the world was going to stop spinning if my lips left hers, and now here I was, dealing with the last woman I wanted to see right now. I spotted her sitting on a stool at the end of the bar. Her eyes lit up when she caught sight of me as I walked up to stand next to her.
“Jagger, baby, I need to talk to you. Why won’t they let me come back to your office? I’ve been waiting here for almost ten minutes, and they wouldn’t even go get you for me at first,” she whined, turning a glare on Hawk and the prospect behind the bar. They both looked at me and shrugged, then turned away, pretending they were busy with other customers. Pussies.
“What do you need?” I barked, not really giving a fuck what it was. I just wanted to get her the hell out of here before Angel caught sight of her.
Her overly made-up eyes narrowed at my tone, and she eyed me carefully, realizing that I wasn’t in the mood to play nice with her tonight.
“It’s personal. Can we go to your office and – “
