Ready For Love?

Chapter 17

“Why are Satan’s Tribe trying to crawl up your ass?” Viking brings me out of my thoughts.

“Classified. Nothing that will come back on the club.”

“Well, it ended up saving us issues today.” He laughed. “You need to watch your six with Beast.”

I nodded as I sat back and crossed my arms. “You sort something out?”

“Waiting on you.”

“Appreciate it, but no need.” I shrug slightly, making him smirk.

“That cocky huh?” His smirk turned into a full-blown smile. “Happy for ya. Damn surprised. Never thought it would actually happen. But happy for ya.”

Everyone taps the table in agreement.

“Now someone else can explain to these f***s the term ‘when you know, you know’.” Scout finally speaks up, making a few laugh, a few grumble about him being 'full of s**t' and of course the comment about 'know when the p***y feels right you mean?'

“So need a vote on us opening the gates for dinners to Red Serpents.”

“Could be a good money spinner if we get enough volunteers for the kitchen.”

Scout's right, I have to admit it. It also does help get a proper meal into some, like Basket. He ate more tonight than I'd ever seen. Normally he would eat a lot of the chips and bits his burger or whatever.

“Fire’s all in and wants to do courses for both baking and meals. She’s currently busy googling classes.”

“Could be another avenue. They do the courses and get the certs and practice here. See if we can then sell to cafe’s and stuff as well.”

“Or even to the other clubs where we just set up the dinner at their club, and they have to do the service and clean-up.”

Viking’s nodding along. “Alright vote one, look at our own catering company with paid courses, and they have to work a certain number of hours in the kitchen. Open to members and their partners.”

Everyone knocks on the table quickly. It’s voted in.

“Vote two, open a dinner service to Red Serpents every night?”

I have no problems with them. Their illegal s**t isn’t that bad. Being associated with them won’t get any of the current serving members in trouble. I just need Beast to stay the f**k away from Annie. He will respect the property cut and big ass ring I'll put on her finger though, but I just need to get them there.

I knock on the table and most of the others do too, with only a few unsure. It’s enough to get the vote in, but we still go through why the others are reluctant and iron it all out.

A list of rules for the Red Serpents is put into place and a trial period is set, making everyone else now agree to the vote.

Scout starts on all the docs with Keys researching all the courses and qualifications as well as how to get our kitchen signed off as a commercial kitchen or some s**t.

"And once Rip has Bear locked down. I'll offer her the job..."

"Of unofficial first old lady since you can't sort your s**t?" Trigger cuts Viking off making everyone f*****g bellow out like it's the best joke they've ever f*****g heard.

"Good idea Trigger. I'll see if she can manage the catering company and the compound."

I don't bother and get up, walking out to them f*****g laughing again.

I try not to sprint back to my room, hoping to find Annie walking around naked.

Anne POV

I sit in the bath trying to work Reid out… and decide I can’t. Not even close.

And no, not even the wine is helping. It's supposed to solve all the world's problems, isn't it?

He doesn’t walk like the rest of them, even if he does walk with more than an air of confidence... or arogance. Which, ever way you want to look at it, he could give out confidence for days and still have enough for ten people.

And it is extremely sexy… like want to bask in his eyes and let him... stop... back to the subject!

So my guess is he is something else. Special forces? Or maybe just out so long he doesn’t act like it anymore? There are a few of them in the club.

BUT and a big BUT, why, after I turned him down in the bathroom, is he still interested? Doesn’t his ego hurt? Or did I just make it a game? One where he just wants to say he can always ‘get the girl’ or some s**t? But he doesn't seem the type. He seems so sincere when he lets his walls down.

BUT he can’t seriously be interested in me. I have ‘soccer mum’ practically written on my forehead. I look like nothing but a mum, that’s it, nothing else. There is nothing sexy about me. Nothing that would remotely make a man like that interested… even if I did give him food.

The saying ‘the way to a mans heart is through through food’ doesn’t even come close to what is happening right now. Wait, did I get that one right? Ah, who cares?

Right now, from what I can gather with my extreme lack of experience, he does want s*x, but what does he mean by wanting more? That brings up the whole touching, hugging and kissing me on the forehead thing. But no kissing on the lips.

So definitely not a relationship then. Actually, the does clear something up, if he wanted a relationship he would kiss me. He wants a holiday fling for some reason... but why is he coming to the museum tomorrow?

Is it because of his loyalty to the club and how I helped Fire? He is trying to kill two pigeon's with one stone? Make sure there's no retaliation on me because I helped Fire and because he wants s*x?

I’m lost! And no, the wine hasn't helped clear my thoughts. And emotions... yeah we aren't going there right now.

If I go there, then I have to really ask again if I'm ready as I look at my wedding ring on the other hand and sigh.

It has been so long. He was right when he asked about when had I last felt like a woman… or something. My brain was frizzing out a bit.

If he does want to have s*x, will I crumble before the clothes are off and become and sobbing mess? Or will I become a starved woman and attack him demanding at least two orgasms?

There must be ghosts in the room, as I swear I can hear someone scream ‘f**k yes’ to the orgasms… and in my sister's voice. Maybe I should call her… no she would be telling me to get out naked and lie on the bed spread eagle ready.

She would be no help at all.

The knock at the door made me let out a small squeal as I jumped. The water splashing around me as I had a f*****g heart attack.

“You still alive?” Damn his voice was even a turn on… after my heart rate came back to normal.

I turned off the jets realizing why I didn’t hear him enter the bedroom.

“Yes. Thank you... until you scared me half to death.”

I heard him chuckle. “Sorry about that. Amy and the others have set up the theatre room and sent me to fetch ya.”

Oh, s**t I forgot about that. I looked at the PJs… yeah NOT wearing them down there. I will put them on at least to go back into the bedroom though.

Seriously, I swear I heard my sister scream out again ‘walk out with just your towel on. Dare you’.

“Alright, give me a minute.” I called back and started to get out. Although, I have to admit, after a couple of glasses of wine and that lovely Jacuzzi, I'm ready for bed.

I got dressed, quickly put on my creams and then put my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head. Then I took it out and put it into a low ponytail. Then took it out and brushed it. Then put it back into a low ponytail and told myself to stop being stupid…. Before I pulled out a bit of a fringe… STOP IT!

It has been way too long since I even had a girls' night. When was the last time?

Damn, this holiday was getting better and better. A social life and a man that wants to make sure my vja-ja still works.