Page 6 of The Originals

“I’m taking you out.” He wasn’t asking. That would give her the option to refuse. Mick didn’t doubt her attraction, but she might get too far in her own head, overthinking what a date with him would look like. “Dinner and a movie. Go for a ride. Maybe take a detour by the river. Tell me where you live, and I’ll pick you up tomorrow night.”

Meg blinked incessantly, clearly caught off guard by the invitation. Mick wasn’t sure why. Hell, she was the most beautiful girl at the clubhouse.

The corners of Meg’s lips curled. Mick caught the way her eyes grazed over his body and the faint pinkening of her cheeks. He almost had her, but she shook her head and glanced up.

“I don’t think so.”

Overthinking, sweetheart.

Mick could’ve let her walk away. There were dozens of women around, and half had been vying for his attention all night. He could be balls deep in another in five minutes flat. Yet, he kept his boots firmly planted in front of her. Her soft brown eyes darted between the bonfire and the parking lot, avoiding his stare.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

“How come?”

Meg jerked her head, and her hair fell over one shoulder, showing off the column of her neck. Mick knew just the spot to kiss to get her toes curling and her panties drenched.

“What?”

He shifted his gaze, meeting her stare. “Turning me down, least you can do is tell me why.”

Meg laughed, then knitted her brows, but remained silent. It probably wasn’t good etiquette to question a woman who refutedhis advances.But I’m no fucking gentlemen. Nor was he the type of man to take no for an answer when she clearly wanted to say yes. He could see it in her expression. She was focusing more on a date with a biker than a date with him.

“Got your eye on someone else?”

“No,” she blurted.

Mick smirked with a nod. It was good since he wasn’t about to let anyone else get close to her. If she didn’t want him, he wouldn’t force it, but he’d be damned if he’d let another man, including a brother, take her anywhere.

“You already got a man?”

“No.” She cleared her throat. “I had a boyfriend, but we broke up.”

Boyfriend. He knew the term, heard the younger incoming prospects use it. Mick might’ve even said it once or twice when he was a teen, but he couldn’t remember.

“Was he an asshole? Break your heart?”

Meg giggled, soft and whimsical, like something he’d heard in kids’ movies. It was youthful and innocent, much like the girl standing in front of him. If Mick had to guess, he was about ten years older than her.

“No. He’s actually a real nice guy. Just not the one for me.”

“Well, then you still haven’t given me any reason why I can’t pick you up and take you out.”

Meg seemed to sober up and nibbled on her bottom lip. Watching her lips as her tongue poked out had a physical effect on him. His dick instantly hardened, stretching against the zipper of his jeans. If she was the type of woman he was used to, he’d have her in his bed, stripped down and spread out.Fuck her ’til she passes out.

But she wasn’t. And for unexplainable reasoning, that got him even harder. His desire was strong, along with hisattraction. The roaring sound of engines had her spinning around. A few members were pulling in.

“Motorcycles make me a little nervous,” she muttered.

Mick squinted, eyeing her. He could read between the lines and her words. She may be nervous, but from the way she watched the bikers circle the lot and how she inspected each bike with interest, she was far more intrigued than scared. But he wouldn’t call out her lie. Instead, he’d offer her an alternative.

“I got a truck too. Pick you up in that.” Mick held back his smile when she turned back to him and flattened her lips. “Gotta eat, so we’ll get dinner first and then see a movie. Even buy you some popcorn and a box of those little chocolates.”

“I’m allergic to chocolate.”

Who the fuck is allergic to chocolate?Apparently, my girl.Mick sighed and looked over at the group circled around the bonfire. Her eyes were on him. He felt it in his core, which didn’t help the growing erection. When he turned back to her, his suspicions were confirmed. Meg was staring intently at him.

“Then I’ll get you a box of those jelly things covered in sugar that takes fucking days to get outta your teeth. Pain in the ass but better than chocolate.”