this guy in a cell for the night, give him a slap on the wrist. Waste of everybody’s time. This way’s better.”
Two of the other bikers at the bar got down from their stools and dragged the unconscious drunkard out of the establishment. No one from the crowd of karaoke onlookers had noticed the altercation. Karen, still somewhat shaken, returned to her martini, downing the whole thing in one go to calm her nerves.
“Don’t drown yourself in booze,” said the younger biker, leaning against the bar to talk to Karen, “you don’t wanna end up like that guy.”
“Thanks for the advice,” Karen replied, trying to edge away without appearing rude.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“Um…Karen, Karen Donovan,” Karen hesitantly offered her hand.
“Cole Jacobs,” Cole replied, shaking Karen’s hand. “Vice President of Hellfire MC.”
“Nice to meet you, VP.”
“You can call me Cole,” Cole offered, “as long as I can call you Karen.”
“Ok,” Karen accepted, still hesitant about trusting her savior, “nice to meet you, Cole.”
“Likewise,” Cole said with a smile.
“That guy you threw out,” Karen motioned to the door, “is he a member of your club?”
“God no,” answered Cole, pulling out another cigarette.
“Don’t you mean ‘hell no’?” Karen quipped, eliciting a laugh from Cole.
“I guess I do,” Cole smiled pleasantly, “but no, he’s from out of town. And if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay out of town after tonight .”
Cole lit his cigarette and took a puff, taking his time as he blew the smoke back out.
“Isn’t it illegal to smoke in bars in this state?” Karen pointed out, instantly regretting the killjoy statement.
“We own the bar,” Cole reminded her coolly, taking another drag. “Who’s gonna tell?”
Karen knew that she ought to just rejoin her friends at the karaoke and avoid bikers forever afterwards. But something about Cole Jacobs kept her in her seat. In fact, it was several things. He was well-built for one thing, with a muscular torso and shoulders that showed through his shirt and open jacket. He had a handsomely square jaw and a bad boy smile that made Karen want to bite her lip coyly. And his unkempt hair and shining blue eyes completed the picture of rugged good looks. In all honesty, he was downright hot.
“Thank you, by the way, for getting rid of that guy,” Karen thanked Cole, feeling awkward for the belated statement of gratitude.
“No problem,” Cole replied. “A girl like you shouldn’t have to put up with pigs like him.”
“That’s…very gentlemanly of you,” Karen said, taken slightly aback by the complement, “thanks.”
“You didn’t think I was just choking off the competition, did you?” Cole asked, his alluring bad boy smile returning to his lips. Karen laughed in spite of herself, then composed herself quickly again.
“What makes you think you’re even in the race?” Karen challenged Cole, throwing out a gentle barb to test him.
“You do,” Cole replied smoothly, taking another drag on his cigarette, “because you’re still talking to me.”
“Don’t think you’re gonna get between my thighs just by being a smooth talker,” Karen said a little haughtily, trying to throw Cole off with another subtle barb.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” Cole replied breezily.
Karen knew that she shouldn’t even be talking to someone like Cole, let alone flirt with him. He was a biker, a crude thug almost by definition, and bad news to a good girl like her. She tried her best to affect a haughty aloofness, but in truth her defenses and inhibitions were slowly and inexorably dissolving under the sustained assault of Cole’s rugged good looks and his bad boy charm. It was clear from the glint in his eyes and his interest in her that Cole wanted to get inside her panties. A less
Two of the other bikers at the bar got down from their stools and dragged the unconscious drunkard out of the establishment. No one from the crowd of karaoke onlookers had noticed the altercation. Karen, still somewhat shaken, returned to her martini, downing the whole thing in one go to calm her nerves.
“Don’t drown yourself in booze,” said the younger biker, leaning against the bar to talk to Karen, “you don’t wanna end up like that guy.”
“Thanks for the advice,” Karen replied, trying to edge away without appearing rude.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“Um…Karen, Karen Donovan,” Karen hesitantly offered her hand.
“Cole Jacobs,” Cole replied, shaking Karen’s hand. “Vice President of Hellfire MC.”
“Nice to meet you, VP.”
“You can call me Cole,” Cole offered, “as long as I can call you Karen.”
“Ok,” Karen accepted, still hesitant about trusting her savior, “nice to meet you, Cole.”
“Likewise,” Cole said with a smile.
“That guy you threw out,” Karen motioned to the door, “is he a member of your club?”
“God no,” answered Cole, pulling out another cigarette.
“Don’t you mean ‘hell no’?” Karen quipped, eliciting a laugh from Cole.
“I guess I do,” Cole smiled pleasantly, “but no, he’s from out of town. And if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay out of town after tonight .”
Cole lit his cigarette and took a puff, taking his time as he blew the smoke back out.
“Isn’t it illegal to smoke in bars in this state?” Karen pointed out, instantly regretting the killjoy statement.
“We own the bar,” Cole reminded her coolly, taking another drag. “Who’s gonna tell?”
Karen knew that she ought to just rejoin her friends at the karaoke and avoid bikers forever afterwards. But something about Cole Jacobs kept her in her seat. In fact, it was several things. He was well-built for one thing, with a muscular torso and shoulders that showed through his shirt and open jacket. He had a handsomely square jaw and a bad boy smile that made Karen want to bite her lip coyly. And his unkempt hair and shining blue eyes completed the picture of rugged good looks. In all honesty, he was downright hot.
“Thank you, by the way, for getting rid of that guy,” Karen thanked Cole, feeling awkward for the belated statement of gratitude.
“No problem,” Cole replied. “A girl like you shouldn’t have to put up with pigs like him.”
“That’s…very gentlemanly of you,” Karen said, taken slightly aback by the complement, “thanks.”
“You didn’t think I was just choking off the competition, did you?” Cole asked, his alluring bad boy smile returning to his lips. Karen laughed in spite of herself, then composed herself quickly again.
“What makes you think you’re even in the race?” Karen challenged Cole, throwing out a gentle barb to test him.
“You do,” Cole replied smoothly, taking another drag on his cigarette, “because you’re still talking to me.”
“Don’t think you’re gonna get between my thighs just by being a smooth talker,” Karen said a little haughtily, trying to throw Cole off with another subtle barb.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” Cole replied breezily.
Karen knew that she shouldn’t even be talking to someone like Cole, let alone flirt with him. He was a biker, a crude thug almost by definition, and bad news to a good girl like her. She tried her best to affect a haughty aloofness, but in truth her defenses and inhibitions were slowly and inexorably dissolving under the sustained assault of Cole’s rugged good looks and his bad boy charm. It was clear from the glint in his eyes and his interest in her that Cole wanted to get inside her panties. A less
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