Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
She looked so freaking innocent, and he needed to get his head out of the gutter.
“I’ll try a bombe.”
She looked way too giddy.
He made his way to his sitting room, collapsing on the sofa. He heard Charlotte bustling around the kitchen, and he leaned back, trying to get his emotions under control. Part of him wanted to go find Andy and hurt him. There was real anger brewing inside him, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. He wanted to fucking kill that little bastard. How dare he touch Charlotte that way? It pissed him off. If Doc found out, he knew the club would be on a mission, and it wouldn’t be hard. He couldn’t tell Doc. For now, Andy had made an enemy out of him.
Minutes passed, and Charlotte appeared, carrying two mugs in one hand, which she placed on the coffee table, on a couple of coasters. She also had the ice cream, and he saw two spoons peeking out the top.
“Thank you for tonight,” she said. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t turned up. That went from like zero to a hundred so fast. Do you know what sucks?”
“Nope, what?”
“I have no idea what he was going to say.”
This did make him frown. “Before you came over. He was going to say something, and now, I don’t know what he was going to say.”
“Is it important?”
“I guess not. But it would be curious, wouldn’t it. Especially with asking me on a date. I don’t get it. He looked so impatient. Like I’m the one that forced him to go on this date. Trust me, I didn’t do any such thing. The guy is a total asshole.” She shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You can tell me how much of an asshole he has been all night long.”
Charlotte laughed. “I’m so grateful you were there. Truly, I am.”
“I’ve got your back.” He took a scoopful of ice cream and swallowed it down.
“How did you know, though?”
“How did I know what?” he asked.
“That I was in trouble, or that he was hurting me.”
Savage stroked a finger across her wrist. “I saw,” he said.
“You saw?”
“Yep, that was all it was. I saw he was hurting you, and I had to stop it.”
She leaned her head back. “Thank you, I appreciate it. So, do all dates end like this?” she asked.
“No.”
Charlotte laughed. “How would you know? You admitted you had never dated anyone.”
“True, but I also know how I would end a date.”
“You do?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Would you show me?”
Savage looked at her and knew once again they were on dangerous ground. “How about I show you from start to finish?”
“Start to finish?”
“I take you on a date. Not around town, we can’t do that here, because your dad would fucking kill me. But I take you out someplace, I don’t wear the leather cut. Just you and me, and we experiment with this dating thing?”
“You know what, yes, I like that. I really do. When?” she asked.
“How about next Friday?” The club was having a party, and he wouldn’t be missed.
“I could make that.”
“Okay. I’ll pick you up from here at five. You can make that?” he asked.
“Yeah, I can. How would you like me to dress?”
He thought about her wardrobe and knew exactly what he wanted her to wear.
Chapter Six
The white dress with red roses on it was one of Charlotte’s favorites. The past week had gone by in a whirlwind. Maeve and her mother each asked about her date, when Savage dropped her off at the bottom of her street. He didn’t leave until she got to her front door, and she heard the distant sound of his bike as she entered her home.
Both were disappointed in how the night went. Of course, once they saw the bruise on her wrist, they wanted to commit murder. She was able to avoid the questions about how she got home. She told them she paid for a cab to get her home, and that was the end of it.
They didn’t ask how she was able to get out of the dinner, or what happened to Andy. As for Andy, she expected Mrs. Bernadette to be banging at her door, threatening to sue her, or to hear from Savage that he was being sued. None of that happened, which was a welcome relief. She didn’t see Andy around town, and there didn’t seem to be any nasty rumors. She also didn’t get a visit from her dad, which she was glad about as well. Charlotte hated drama.
The shop was close to being completed, which she liked, and Maeve had a light week of work. Charlotte went to a couple of her classes, but Savage was busy with club stuff. Her mother was rarely at home, so she didn’t go sneaking off to his apartment, although there were several times she wanted to, just to be close to him.