RECKLESS AND WILD: MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE BOX SET by Honey Palomino Page A
Authors: Honey Palomino
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it quite clear that River wasn't the type to go out on dates.
Shaking my head as I hung up the phone, I shuddered at the thought that I had already slept with him twice, and we had never even had a meal together.
When visions of The Barbie's making dinner in his kitchen and dancing around to music flashed in my head, I pushed them to the back of the closet of my mind, and firmly locked them up in the box I had long ago labeled 'DENIAL'.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Just how short is too short? My tight black dress hugged my curves, and ended just below my butt cheeks. I wanted to look sexy. Even though I would be there to do a job, I wanted to blend in, and still get River's attention.
I didn't know what was really going to go on at this party. They were a rowdy bunch and my imagination had been going wild with visions of a drunken-filled orgy or huge piles of drugs on the pool table. I had never been inside the clubhouse, but I could only imagine it was filled with naked women and lots of intoxicating substances. However, I was determined to be completely passe about the whole thing. No matter what I witnessed, I would take it in stride. The last thing I wanted to do was make it obvious how sheltered and innocent I was.
But I also wanted to look damned good, and I had achieved that. My black curls had blessed me today by being smooth and silky, instead of a frizzy, frazzled mess and my tall, black leather boots complimented my short dress perfectly. I raked bright red lipstick over my full lips and headed out the door. Just as I made it to my car, a loud crack exploded in the sky, and rain began furiously pouring onto my windshield.
Great. There went my perfect curls. In five minutes, my head would be a complete frizzy mess. I debated going back inside my house to fetch an umbrella, but that would destroy my hair immediately. If I got lucky, the rain would stop by the time I got to the clubhouse.
But no such luck. It was raining harder by the time I arrived.
Loud rock music poured from the clubhouse, while dozens of people ran in and out of the flung open garage doors that led into the building, the downpour drenching them.
As I watched the scene from the shelter of my car, I noticed a black car parked at the end of the block with a person sitting in it. The lights were off, and they were making no move to get out. They were far away, and the rain pelting my windshield made it impossible to even see if it was a man or a woman. Sure, they could have been sitting there to wait out the rain like I was doing, but I couldn't help but wonder if I discovered something worth reporting to River.
I was in no hurry to be covered in nature's tears, so I sat there for fifteen minutes waiting and watching. When the rain finally did let up a little, I waited for the person to get out of the car and go into the party, but they didn't. Even more convinced this was something worth exploring, I stayed put and continued to watch.
River hadn't given me an exact time to be here, he had just told me to show up sometime after eight and that the party would go late. He had mentioned he might have to leave for a bit to attend to some club business, but if he did, it wouldn't take him away for too long. So, when I saw him get on his bike and roar out of the parking lot and head North, I didn't think about following him at first. I continued to carefully watch the other car and shortly after River turned the corner, the other car started up and began following him.
Dammit!
I knew I wasn't supposed to follow. River had clearly told me not to worry about watching him, that he would know if he was being followed by someone. But I couldn't help it. I knew he hadn't seen the other car, because they hadn't moved until he was out of sight and around the corner. I could have called him, but he was on his bike and there was no way he could answer his phone or even see a text if I
Shaking my head as I hung up the phone, I shuddered at the thought that I had already slept with him twice, and we had never even had a meal together.
When visions of The Barbie's making dinner in his kitchen and dancing around to music flashed in my head, I pushed them to the back of the closet of my mind, and firmly locked them up in the box I had long ago labeled 'DENIAL'.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Just how short is too short? My tight black dress hugged my curves, and ended just below my butt cheeks. I wanted to look sexy. Even though I would be there to do a job, I wanted to blend in, and still get River's attention.
I didn't know what was really going to go on at this party. They were a rowdy bunch and my imagination had been going wild with visions of a drunken-filled orgy or huge piles of drugs on the pool table. I had never been inside the clubhouse, but I could only imagine it was filled with naked women and lots of intoxicating substances. However, I was determined to be completely passe about the whole thing. No matter what I witnessed, I would take it in stride. The last thing I wanted to do was make it obvious how sheltered and innocent I was.
But I also wanted to look damned good, and I had achieved that. My black curls had blessed me today by being smooth and silky, instead of a frizzy, frazzled mess and my tall, black leather boots complimented my short dress perfectly. I raked bright red lipstick over my full lips and headed out the door. Just as I made it to my car, a loud crack exploded in the sky, and rain began furiously pouring onto my windshield.
Great. There went my perfect curls. In five minutes, my head would be a complete frizzy mess. I debated going back inside my house to fetch an umbrella, but that would destroy my hair immediately. If I got lucky, the rain would stop by the time I got to the clubhouse.
But no such luck. It was raining harder by the time I arrived.
Loud rock music poured from the clubhouse, while dozens of people ran in and out of the flung open garage doors that led into the building, the downpour drenching them.
As I watched the scene from the shelter of my car, I noticed a black car parked at the end of the block with a person sitting in it. The lights were off, and they were making no move to get out. They were far away, and the rain pelting my windshield made it impossible to even see if it was a man or a woman. Sure, they could have been sitting there to wait out the rain like I was doing, but I couldn't help but wonder if I discovered something worth reporting to River.
I was in no hurry to be covered in nature's tears, so I sat there for fifteen minutes waiting and watching. When the rain finally did let up a little, I waited for the person to get out of the car and go into the party, but they didn't. Even more convinced this was something worth exploring, I stayed put and continued to watch.
River hadn't given me an exact time to be here, he had just told me to show up sometime after eight and that the party would go late. He had mentioned he might have to leave for a bit to attend to some club business, but if he did, it wouldn't take him away for too long. So, when I saw him get on his bike and roar out of the parking lot and head North, I didn't think about following him at first. I continued to carefully watch the other car and shortly after River turned the corner, the other car started up and began following him.
Dammit!
I knew I wasn't supposed to follow. River had clearly told me not to worry about watching him, that he would know if he was being followed by someone. But I couldn't help it. I knew he hadn't seen the other car, because they hadn't moved until he was out of sight and around the corner. I could have called him, but he was on his bike and there was no way he could answer his phone or even see a text if I
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