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“Thanks,” I say to her. She doesn’t glance my way, but nods to let me know she heard me. She leads the way back downstairs and back into the parking lot. When she turns away from my bike and towards Cicely’s car, I grab her arm and turn her to face me. “We should talk.”
“Yes, we should,” Min replies cooly. “But not here and not now. We need to focus our attention on getting Cicely to safety and then capturing Blankenship and Billings. Then we can talk about ending our partnership.”
She slides into the passenger seat when Cicely unlocks the door. I want to rip the door open and pull her out, but I don’t. She’s right about one thing. We need to get Cicely to safety. But she’s mistaken if she thinks we’ll be shelving our conversation past that point. Not to mention, she’s out of her mind if she thinks we’re ending our partnership.
Chrome watches me as I hop on my bike and rev it up. He likely sees the pissed off expression on my face, but I’m grateful he says nothing about it. Instead, he pulls ahead of Cicely and leaves me to bring up the rear.
At the clubhouse, Chrome takes charge of Cicely. He grabs her suitcase and leads her inside, leaving Min and me behind. Min moves toward the door, but I grab her arm and hold her back.
She yanks her arm out of my grip and glares at me. “What the fuck is your problem? Quit grabbing me. The next time you do, I’ll take you down. Don’t think I can’t do it.”
“You already did, and you didn’t have to make a move,” I shout back.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Do I mean anything to you? Or am I just a meal ticket?”
“What the fuck? I don’t know what has your panties in a bunch, but you’re not making any sense. How are you my meal ticket? I can pay my own way. I haven’t asked you for money!”
I run my hand through my hair to calm myself. She has me so riled up that I’m not making any sense. “Why did you want to go into a partnership with me?”
“Because I thought we’d make a good team. I thought you respected me and my skills. But I guess I was wrong. Once we’re back in San Diego, we can sever the partnership. I’ll figure something out. Unless you just want to end it now? I’d like to bring the other two down, but if you want me to go back to San Diego today, then I will.”
“It’s that easy for you?” I ask, not believing that she’s letting go without a fight.
“Is what easy for me? Ending our partnership? No, I was excited about it. I thought we made a good team. But, obviously, I was wrong. Let’s just move on.”
“You’re unbelievable,” I mutter, turning away from her.
“What do you want from me, Babe?”
“I want you to want me as much as I want you!” I shout. “But obviously you don’t give a shit about me. Fine, go back to San Diego.” I turn and stomp inside the clubhouse without giving her another glance. She’s already broken me into pieces. If I saw the pity on her face, I’d likely shatter.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: MIN
I’m standing in the parking lot as Babe’s words replay in my head. He wants me? Since when? How did I not see it? How did I miss it? Is he telling the truth? If he is, then what the fuck am I doing out here?
Running inside, I scan the room, searching for him. When I see him near the stairs, I take off running and leap onto his back. I nip at his earlobe before whispering, “I want you, too.”
He whips his head around to look at me and gives me his sexy grin. Then he wraps his arms around my legs and runs up the stairs with me bouncing on his back. I’m giggling when he dumps me on the bed and pounces.
“Say it again,” he demands.
“I want you,” I tell him, staring into his green eyes.
“Really?”
I laugh and shake my head. “Yes, really. What will take to convince you?”
“You and me naked. Then, to seal the deal, I need to insert Slot A into Slot B,” he says, grinning.
“You’re such a pig,” I laugh as he lifts off my shirt and tosses it to the ground.
He responds with a groan as his eyes lock on my bra. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Look at those titties.” He bites down on one and then the other. “I can’t wait to unwrap them.” He unhooks my bra and flings it over his shoulder before leaning over to circle his tongue around my nipples. “Perfect. My favorite shade of brown. They’re like expensive milk chocolate. Taste like it, too.”
I chuckle. “I don’t taste like chocolate.”
He smacks my hands away when I cup my breasts. He bites down on a nipple hard enough to make me yelp. “My titties,” he admonishes me.