Avery POV:
Um, you are leaving me alone?! I felt my inner self shout as I watched the back of Blake's black leather jacket move to the bar, take a phone from the bartender, and lift his hand to order a drink, only seconds after I had sat down at the table.
I did not expect him to plain abandon me here now that we were out of the upstairs office. His leaving me in the company of just his men at the table was not part of what I considered his plan for us, making us appear as though we were about to start an act that seemed like romance. What did Blake, a biker, know about romance anyway? From what I recall, he didn’t have much respect for women at all when he was younger. I wonder if that has changed at all. Right now, he has me doubting that.
The Doberman and Mastiff looked at me, seat
