I pull up the club website and click over to the shop.
"You do good business?"
He shrugs.
I navigate around the site, ignoring him for a few minutes. This guy has me flustered in a way no other guy has before.
"You know, I'm not going to tell anyone about you guys. You can go now."
"Not until I hear from Garrett."
"You do everything he says?"
"He's a good leader." Tank stretches out his legs. "You got a TV?"
"No. TV rots the brain."
"And pot doesn't?"
"What?" I wrinkle my nose. "I don't do that anymore."
"Then what are those grow lights in the other room?"
"Those are for my tomatoes."
He just stares at me.
"Fine," I sigh. "We can watch Netflix on my computer."
Foxfire
The next thing I know, Tank is closing my laptop.
"Bedtime."
"Wha-!" I cry. "It's only-" I glance at the clock. It's almost midnight.
"Come on." He points to the bedroom.
I yawn. I am pretty tired. "Okay, Big D."
He shakes his head but doesn't correct me. In fact, I think I see the corner of his lips twitch.
"Wait, are you spending the night?"
"You got it, princess. Right out here." He's already found a blanket and pillow for the couch and brought in his black bag from his truck. He must've grabbed it when I was in the bathroom or something.
I pause a moment.
"You're not in any danger from me," he says quietly. For some reason, I believe him. Not sure why, but I do.
Still, the whole situation is stupid. House arrest over a misunderstanding.
As I brush my teeth in the bathroom, I consider my escape options. Maybe I could steal his phone and reach out to Amber. It's not Tank's presence that worries me so much as knowing Amber's caught up in some weird gang activity. My lawyer friend's idea of an exciting time is wearing yoga pants to brunch after her weekly Hatha class. Her hooking up with a wild tattooed motorcycle man neighbor is high on my list of No way, never gonna happen.
But I was rethinking that list. A few hours with Tank, and I'll never again underestimate the power that big growly biker guys have on a lady's ovaries. I'm two shots away from climbing Tank like a tree.
I toss my rainbow-colored hair, squeeze my elbows together to push up my boobs, and pout at the mirror. "How do you like it, big man?"
"You okay in there?" Tank calls.
Crap. He must be right outside the door, making sure I don't climb out the window or something.
"Just a minute!"
I lick my lips and frown. There's another way to control a guy. I'm not ashamed-I've done it before, to get out of speeding tickets and the like. A little flirting hurts no one. And playing the annoying little sister isn't working.
I have to seduce him.
"Foxfire." Tank knocks a few minutes later. "Hurry up-"
I swing the door open before he finishes his sentence. "Oh, you're still here."
He blinks at me. In the past few minutes, crazy Foxfire has become sexy Foxfire. I brushed and poofed my hair, added lip balm, spritzed some perfume. Nothing major.
Except now I'm naked under my bathrobe.
I wait until I'm in the bedroom before loosening the tie and letting it gape.
"It's too bad you have to stay here all night," I purr as he checks the windows. My house is old-someone painted the jambs shut thirty years ago. I won't be escaping that way.
If my seduction plan works, I won't need to.
Tank turns, takes one look at me, and stops. I smile at him.
"No," he practically growls. Is that alarm scrawling across his face?
I guess sex really is the best weapon. At least when dealing with a giant MC club enforcer. "What?" I bat my lashes.
He angles past me and goes to my dresser. He opens a drawer and rummages around.
"What are you doing?" I squawk, flying at him.
"Here." He thrusts a shirt at me. "Put this on."
"Why?"
"Because I told you to. And, right now, what I say goes."
I pout. "But I sleep naked."
"Not tonight."
I shrug. "Fine." My bottom lip puffs out as I take the shirt. I wait until he meets my gaze. I shrug my shoulders, and the bathrobe falls to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my boyshort panties.
His Adam's apple bobs, and I note his cock is swollen against his jeans. I've totally hit my target.
I shrug the shirt on, doing a little jiggle as I do, and keeping my shoulders back. I don't often wear this tank top-it's tighter than I usually like. But tonight, it's the perfect choice. The lavender tank looks perfect with my skin, and my girls are on full display. "Is this what you wanted?"
The growl sounds again, deep in his chest. "Get in bed." His face is blank, but the tightness in his crotch hasn't lessened.
"Will you tuck me in?" I press forward, stomach fluttering with excitement.
"You don't want to do this."
"Do what, Daddy?" I'm close enough if I lean forward, my boobs will brush his chest. His rock-hard chest. Don't mind if I do.
As soon as my taut nipples touch him, electricity shoots from the tips to my foxy bits. Tingling spreads all through my lady parts, right into my core.
"No, baby." Tank grips my arms and sets me back a step, a strained look on his face. "This isn't what you want."
"I'm a big girl," I remind him. "I know what I want. Tonight, I want to be naughty."
"We can't," he says through gritted teeth.
His seriousness cuts through my aroused haze. "You don't want me?"
"It's not that." His big fingers close around a lock of my hair-a bright blue curl, carefully teased for his benefit. He squeezes, fist shaking, like an addict longing for a fix. Then he lets go. "You don't want to do this."