she prayed it was Blaze. It was then she realized her body didn’t react to the sound like it had earlier. Her eyes went from the window back to Sloan, who was still staring at her.
They stood quietly as the motorcycle passed on by. Crap, it wasn’t them. Cars passed up and down the road. Everyday life happened outside her small house on her busy road while they just stood inside without saying anything. Becky couldn’t remember a more awkward time in her life. Obviously Sloan wasn’t down for small talk.
He made her feel tiny inside her house. He filled it with authority and a maleness no woman could deny. Glancing down at her bare feet, then to his large boots, she sighed. He was a big man and she wondered stupidly with him standing there if he was big everywhere.
A motorcycle pulled up to her house and stopped. “They're here,” Becky said quickly and a little loudly as her head snapped up. “Thank God,” she whispered as she headed toward the door.
******
Sloan grinned, hearing her whispered words. He had watched her checking him out, but doing her best to hide the fact. He had stayed silent for a reason and he knew it drove her nuts, but fair was fair because those cut-off shorts were driving him completely in-fucking-sane.
He turned and watched her open the door for Blaze and Katrina. She was openly excited to meet the small girl who had stolen the Warriors’ hearts and their mates’. He knew Katrina’s life had been hard, but that was her story to tell. He was going to make damn sure she passed the Warrior training. Jill had changed his mind about women Warriors. He knew they could be just as valuable as the men. Obviously, he would never let Jill know that.
“I think we kind of met during the interviews for Sloan’s secretary, but honestly, I’m not sure. That was a little crazy.” Becky smiled, letting them in. “So, I’m Becky Spencer and it’s really nice meeting you, Katrina.”
“Thank you, it’s nice meeting you,” Katrina replied, her eyes going directly to Sloan before snapping to the ground.
Before Sloan could say anything, Becky elbowed him in the side. He glared down at her and she nodded toward Katrina. “Say something,” she whispered.
He bent toward her. “Remember when you told me to let you know if you were getting on my nerves?” Sloan’s eyes narrowed.
“So soon.” Becky bit her lip. Nodding, she turned her attention back to Katrina and Blaze. “Anyone need something to drink?”
Katrina shook her head.
“We just had something,” Blaze replied. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Becky stepped into the kitchen and busied herself.
Sloan again grinned, but wiped it off his face when he noticed Blaze staring at him. “So, Katrina.” Sloan waited until Katrina lifted her face to meet his gaze. “What do you want?”
Katrina let her eyes roam his as if searching for the answer. “I don’t know what you mean, sir.”
“Well, let me make it easy on you,” Sloan replied, his voice stern. “Do you want to continue living on the streets or do you want to become a respected VC Warrior? Because this is the last chance you have before I make the decision for you. Living on the streets is harsh, but if that’s what you want to do then get the fuck out of here and stop wasting our time.”
Becky gasped and Sloan knew she was ready to open her mouth, but his hand flew up, stopping her. Blaze was also glaring at him, but he ignored it. His focus never left Katrina and he was glad because he saw a spark of something in her eyes, and it wasn’t a sign of giving up.
“Have you ever lived on the streets?” Katrina asked after a few minutes of tense silence, her voice void of any emotions.
“Yes,” Sloan replied.
“Then you know no one would choose to live on the streets.” Katrina continued to stare at him. “Neither would someone put themselves in a situation where they were treated as if they were a whore.”
“Truth,” Becky added, then snapped her
They stood quietly as the motorcycle passed on by. Crap, it wasn’t them. Cars passed up and down the road. Everyday life happened outside her small house on her busy road while they just stood inside without saying anything. Becky couldn’t remember a more awkward time in her life. Obviously Sloan wasn’t down for small talk.
He made her feel tiny inside her house. He filled it with authority and a maleness no woman could deny. Glancing down at her bare feet, then to his large boots, she sighed. He was a big man and she wondered stupidly with him standing there if he was big everywhere.
A motorcycle pulled up to her house and stopped. “They're here,” Becky said quickly and a little loudly as her head snapped up. “Thank God,” she whispered as she headed toward the door.
******
Sloan grinned, hearing her whispered words. He had watched her checking him out, but doing her best to hide the fact. He had stayed silent for a reason and he knew it drove her nuts, but fair was fair because those cut-off shorts were driving him completely in-fucking-sane.
He turned and watched her open the door for Blaze and Katrina. She was openly excited to meet the small girl who had stolen the Warriors’ hearts and their mates’. He knew Katrina’s life had been hard, but that was her story to tell. He was going to make damn sure she passed the Warrior training. Jill had changed his mind about women Warriors. He knew they could be just as valuable as the men. Obviously, he would never let Jill know that.
“I think we kind of met during the interviews for Sloan’s secretary, but honestly, I’m not sure. That was a little crazy.” Becky smiled, letting them in. “So, I’m Becky Spencer and it’s really nice meeting you, Katrina.”
“Thank you, it’s nice meeting you,” Katrina replied, her eyes going directly to Sloan before snapping to the ground.
Before Sloan could say anything, Becky elbowed him in the side. He glared down at her and she nodded toward Katrina. “Say something,” she whispered.
He bent toward her. “Remember when you told me to let you know if you were getting on my nerves?” Sloan’s eyes narrowed.
“So soon.” Becky bit her lip. Nodding, she turned her attention back to Katrina and Blaze. “Anyone need something to drink?”
Katrina shook her head.
“We just had something,” Blaze replied. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Becky stepped into the kitchen and busied herself.
Sloan again grinned, but wiped it off his face when he noticed Blaze staring at him. “So, Katrina.” Sloan waited until Katrina lifted her face to meet his gaze. “What do you want?”
Katrina let her eyes roam his as if searching for the answer. “I don’t know what you mean, sir.”
“Well, let me make it easy on you,” Sloan replied, his voice stern. “Do you want to continue living on the streets or do you want to become a respected VC Warrior? Because this is the last chance you have before I make the decision for you. Living on the streets is harsh, but if that’s what you want to do then get the fuck out of here and stop wasting our time.”
Becky gasped and Sloan knew she was ready to open her mouth, but his hand flew up, stopping her. Blaze was also glaring at him, but he ignored it. His focus never left Katrina and he was glad because he saw a spark of something in her eyes, and it wasn’t a sign of giving up.
“Have you ever lived on the streets?” Katrina asked after a few minutes of tense silence, her voice void of any emotions.
“Yes,” Sloan replied.
“Then you know no one would choose to live on the streets.” Katrina continued to stare at him. “Neither would someone put themselves in a situation where they were treated as if they were a whore.”
“Truth,” Becky added, then snapped her
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