Taming The Biker - A MC Biker Romantic Suspense Story by K.L. Middleton, Cassie Alexandra Page B

you.”
    “Good.” He pointed at my plate with his fork. “Now, eat your food and if it makes you feel better, forget that we ever had this conversation.”
    “I think I will,” I replied, cutting into my egg.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
     

     
    We didn’t say much more during breakfast. I could tell he had a lot on his mind and so did I. When we were finished, I offered to help him with the dishes.
    “I’ll do them,” he said and then nodded to my purse. “You need to call someone? Let them know you’re okay?”
    “That’s right. I was going to call my mom,” I said, grabbing the phone out of my purse. I walked into the living room and dialed her number. When she didn’t answer, I left her message about staying overnight at a friend’s, and that I’d see her later. Just as I was hanging up, Krystal called me.
    “What happened last night?” she asked.
    I gave her the play-by-play and she gasped.
    “Jason told me you asked him to drive me home. Did you?”
    “You could barely stand and I thought you were wasted. I mean, yeah, the guy offered to do it and he seemed so nice.”
    “Obviously it was all an act.”
    “I’m so sorry, Adriana. I had no fucking idea that he’d pull that kind of shit.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m still shocked myself.”
    She sighed. “Do you even remember leaving the club?”
    “Not really. I can remember him helping me into the car. Then, I passed out and the next thing I knew, he had his hands all over me.”
    “Oh, my God, you must have been scared.”
    “I was confused and then pissed off, more than anything.”
    “I feel like such an idiot. He almost raped you,” she said, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let him drive you home.”
    “It’s not your fault. You were pretty tipsy yourself.”
    “Yeah, I was trashed. So was Tiffany. Thank God she made it home herself after dropping me off.”
    “What happened with Monica?”
    “She went home, right after you did.”
    I sighed. “Do you think that Jason’s friends were involved?”
    “Maybe. I don’t know. Gary didn’t seem the type. I mean, he and I talked about his ex-girlfriend and he started crying. I can’t imagine him pulling something like that. Unless it was all a fucking act.”
    “What about Brian?” I asked, lowering my voice.
    “It’s hard to say. I’m pretty sure nobody put anything into my drink. Or Tiff’s.” She then explained that the four of them shut down the bar and then went their separate ways.
    “Brian even asked me for my phone number,” she said. “I think he wanted more than that last night, and to be truthful, I probably would have if Tank wouldn’t have sent me a text.”
    “Are you still at Tank’s?”
    “No, I’m on my way home. He dropped me off at my car. Anyway, are you still at Raptor’s?”
    “Yes.”
    She sucked in her breath. “Did you two fuck?”
    “Oh, my God, no!” I said a little sharply. Then I lowered my voice. “It’s not like I was in the mood for anything like that. Not after what happened.”
    “Yeah, I suppose not. Sorry.”
    “It’s okay. I mean, yeah… he’s definitely interesting,” I said and then turned around to find him listening behind me. I quickly turned away. “I have to go. I’ll call you later.”
    “Call me before nine. I’m going back out to the club again tonight. With Tank and Raptor. They want to search for that guy, Jason.”
    I frowned. “That’s another thing. What if I wasn’t really drugged?”
    “You had to have been. Looking back, there’s no way that you could have been that drunk after one shot and a measly rum and Coke. Something was definitely wrong.”
    I sighed. “Maybe.”
    “No maybe . You were slipped something. Anyway, I gotta go. I just pulled into my driveway. Talk to you later?”
    “Yeah. I’ll call you.”
    We hung up and I turned back to Trevor, who was staring at me with a stern face.
    “What?” I asked.
    He crossed his arms over his chest.