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“Holy shit,” Esme whispered, staring at her wide eyed. “Now that was hot. How are you not jumping his bones?”
“Probably because there is nothing romantic between us,” she answered with a shrug.
Esme snorted. “There will be before long, if that’s any indication. Still, how about we not poke the bear too much more, and I’ll call the girls and see about them bringing over some food while we wait.”
“Don’t you have to get home?” Scarlett asked worriedly. “I hope I’m not keeping you here.”
Esme waved that away. “Gabe’s with Fury working on something and I have been instructed not to disturb them. This is better than being home and cleaning any day.”
She doubted that, but it would be nice to have some adult conversation for a change. Even if it meant she had to deal with her grumpy ass stalker.
CHAPTERELEVEN
ROGUE
It took every ounce of control inside him not to go back in there, haul her sassy ass up, and show her just what happened when she taunted him. She knew exactly what she was doing, too, and that only made it worse. It was one thing when she was just being a smartass; it was entirely another when she was doing it deliberately to get a rise out of him.
It called to something dark inside him. Something he rarely let out to play unless the woman involved knew what they were getting from the start. Even now, his cock was hard as steel, and it wasn’t going down anytime soon. Not even being away from her and working on her car was enough to ease his desire.
He had finally accepted that he wanted her on a primitive level. It pissed him off and made him want to know what she was running from even more. Every night, he set up shop across the street and watched her house. He’d watch her silhouette move around inside, illuminated by the light in the rooms she was in. And every night, when she looked out that window at him, he held her gaze, even if she couldn’t see him.
She knew he was there, though. It was the rare time she’d amused him. Every night, she flipped him off before she turned out the light and went to bed. And every night it made him smile, even just a little bit. Something he rarely did. Still, what else could he do when a woman had the balls to taunt him?
Every night he watched over the house, making sure no one showed up uninvited. Then, just before dawn, he made his way back to the clubhouse and got himself a few hours of sleep before he put in a full day’s work. Sometimes he got a couple more hours before he would leave to go and set up shop again, and other times he didn’t bother.
Except now, the lack of sleep, and the constant need rushing through his body without an outlet, were making him downright crazy. And a dick. His brothers were giving him a wide berth, and even Savage and Fury weren’t bugging him. If he didn’t figure a way to get this aggression out soon, it would not be pretty.
That’s when he did crazy shit and people realized pretty quickly why they called him Rogue.
“What’s wrong with it?” Razor asked as he and Jax came to stand by the car.
“Broken belt,” he said briskly.
“She the one that has you all in a snit?” Jax asked mildly.
Rogue lifted his head to pin him with a dark glare. Jax stood his ground and held his gaze. “Fuck off,” Rogue said slowly, and in a way that made it clear he meant it.Or else.
“Want me to let her know?” Razor asked. “She and Esme are in there talking, and from what I heard, Harlow and Royal are on their way over.”
Just what he needed. A damn hen party in his shop. “Fine,” he said tightly. “Now both of you fuck off.”
Both left without another word. He cursed and got back to work. The sooner he got Scarlett on her way, the sooner he could get his head on straight. Her being on the other side of the door was messing with him.
By the time he got the belt fixed and made sure there were no other issues, he wasn’t feeling any better. He took the keys, stalked to the door to the office, and pushed through. He stopped when he found all four women sitting there, laughing and eating what looked like to be some kind of stir-fry.
“It’s done,” he barked as he tossed the keys to her. She managed to catch them without spilling her dinner, and he immediately cursed himself. He needed to get a grip.
“Someone pissed in his cereal this morning,” Royal remarked drily. Her emerald green eyes regarded him in question. She was a stunner, with long, dark red hair and plenty of curves, especially now that she was pregnant.
“I thought that was just his normal expression,” Harlow quipped.
He gave them both a hard glare. “Don’t you have men to annoy?” he asked tightly.
“Why would we do that when we can be here with you instead?” Royal smirked.
He ignored her. He looked at Esme. “No charge.”
“Wait just a second,” Scarlett protested.
