ValerieShe shouldn’t have to button her shirt up just for this fool not to make comments about her chest, but here she was. It was to be expected, of course.
Damon Saylor. She’d heard of him before, not that she’d cared enough to pay attention just because a few fools thought he was important enough to mention by name. The leader of the Dark Saints MC. He was young, still, but over the last year he’d managed to make his way to the head of it, or so she’d heard. Most of the time, taking over a club meant that you got taken out just as quickly. Not with Damon Saylor.
“Hmm.” He leaned back and raised a finger to his lips. “I think it might help if you got laid more often. I’m guessing by your sense of humor that it…” he paused again, leaning forward, “doesn’t happen often?”
“Excuse you?”
