ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: Hooked (MC Biker Pregnancy Romance)(Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary Military Romantic Suspense Thriller) (23 page)

Chapter 3

“You’ve got some nerve Mr. Castroy! You were supposed to be here four hours ago!”

Carl just looked at her for a moment. The woman’s name tag said her name was Fiona, but it was the similarities that threw him off worse. Her hair was in a severe bun and her shirt was buttoned up to her neck, but it occurred to him suddenly that she was the one he had awoken a week ago in that very library.

“Well you can always go lay down on the couch if you didn’t want to wait anymore. You’re the one I found the other morning sleeping in here, right?”

She was taken aback for a minute, her eyes looking at him closely. She hadn’t recognized him and she lost her train of thought and why she was mad at the devastatingly handsome man smiling down at her like she was cute when she was mad.

“Well yes, thanks for that. I didn’t fail my class because of you.”

“See, now isn’t that worth a wait?”

She sighed and moved towards the office. “Come on then. Let’s get this over with so we can go about our business. I am sure you have a busy schedule to attend to.

Carl was sure she was right, but he was more worried about talking to the lovely woman. His mind had gone to her at night and in the middle of the day. The worst time to think of the sleeping beauty was when he was out on a date with one of his girlfriends. She had gotten mad that he wasn’t paying her enough attention. Eventually Evangeline had left without another word and he hadn’t heard from her sense. In a way, it was all Fiona’s fault.

“Why are you in such a rush? Is there a huge party to go to?”

“No, I just have things to do. Just because I am not a billionaire like you, doesn’t mean that my time doesn’t mean anything.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“No need, really. Let’s just get the paperwork done and then I will have you on your way.”

He got the feeling that she was angry, but it was more than just him being late. She was mad about something else and for a moment, he questioned if he had dated her before. None of his exes were too fond of him, but Carl was convinced that he would have remembered a face like that. Maybe he dated her mother?

“After you.”

She ignored the desire in his eyes and turned around, making her way to the small office. Fiona was no less peeved with him and she was trying to keep her distance. He was handsome, but he felt dangerous to her. He was the kind of man that got what he wanted and by the way he looked at her, she wondered if she was next.

“Well here it is, though I was told you already got it. The speech is yours to make and then there will be the cutting of the ribbon to start construction.”

“My father was supposed to do it, but he has fallen ill.”

“We hope he gets better soon. Tom has been a fixture here since I started working here as a freshman.”

“You don’t look much older than that, so it must not have been long.”

It was supposed to be a compliment, she was sure of it, but the way he was looking at her, it didn’t feel that way. “I graduate in April, so about six years now.”

“Oh really. What are you going for?”

“Actuary.”

Carl was surprised by her answer. He too had a penchant for numbers, but he had never met someone that looked like her, crunching numbers all day for a living. She would definitely be a stand out wherever she went.

“That is quite a career path. I can’t see many like yourself doing it.”

“Why, because I am a woman?”

“No, because you are just too feisty for that kind of work. I feel like I’ve offended you and I don’t really know why.”

“It’s nothing. It’s just men like you expect people to act differently is all. I am not used to kissing rich guy’s asses and if you had been on time, I suppose I may have been nicer.”

He whistled. “You need to get laid it sounds like.”

Carl was checking for a reaction and outrage was what he expected and what he got.

“I am not one of your groupies Sir, so if you don’t mind being a bit more professional.”

“Fine, I will. But one day you will go to your knees when I command you to.”

His words shocked her even more, but she didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say, not denial that she wouldn’t ever. All there was in response was a look on her face and a slight cast down to his pants front. Carl didn’t mention it, but it was noted, as was the way her bottom lip quivered with the suggestion.

They went over the evening and what was expected of him. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of his body and she felt her skin heating up, the silk shirt she wore started to feel stuffy. It wasn’t the man, but the confidence in the ridiculous things that he said that made her nervous. She would never do something like that, would she?

After the meeting was over, Fiona was finding it hard to stay in the small room with him. She was suffocating, the man sucking the very air out of her. He was slow to leave though, so she started toward the door, trying to let him take the hint. He didn’t, or he was purposefully being obtuse. “Was there anything else that you needed Sir?”

“Please call me Carl.”

“Well Carl, if there isn’t anything else, I really need to go.”

“Where?”

“I’ve got a date.”

“It must not be that anticipated if you waited for me.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice, now did i? You know that since your donating most of the money, I would have to take up a 24 hour vigil if need be. So now, I will have a first date without any time to get changed and dressed properly.”

Carl moved towards her mid-sentence and removed the chopsticks that held her hair up. The golden strands fell down her shoulders and he smoothed it out with his fingers. Fiona shivered, but she didn’t move away. His dark eyes held her, letting her know his intentions.

When his hands moved to her shirt, she balked a little, moving back. Carl seen it as progress more than a denial, so he just smiled. “I was just trying to help is all. No one could say no to you like that. You don’t need to dress properly. You are perfect just as you are.”

She was sure if she should be mad, but she couldn’t muster up the emotion. Fiona wanted him to touch her again, but she knew his type and didn’t want to get sucked into a man like that. He was the type that would leave her drowning in her own need, long after he was done with her.

“Thanks, but I really must be going.”

“I could give you a lift if you want.”

“No need.”

“Are you going to the gala tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, kind of have to.”

Carl moved towards her and moved a strand of hair out of her face. Her heart stalled and the breath in her lungs stilled. His hand moved towards her face and she thought for a moment he was going to kiss her. Her eyes closed as she waited, but then he moved away and she was left embarrassed and tinged red.

“I’ll see you soon Fiona. As always, a pleasure.”

Chapter 4

Fiona found herself nervous getting ready for the fundraiser. She knew that Carl would be there and though she despised men like him, always taking what they want, she had to admit there was an appeal to him. Fiona could still feel the way his hands had touched her gently and then the way she had leaned in waiting for a kiss that never came.

She was there for work. Fiona had to make a speech and host most of the evening. It would be with a lot of people, rich, powerful people, but there was only one that made her heart race just thinking about him. Fiona pushed the thoughts aside and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was up like it always was and then right before she left, she decided to keep it down.

Her invitation was for a plus one and since the date had went so badly the night before, Fiona had called on her friend Debra to go with her. Debra would go anywhere there was free boos and hot men, the fact that there were so many wealthy bachelors there probably helped her cause and convinced her to go.

“Are you ready yet?”

Fiona looked to her friend standing behind her. “Is that a new dress?”

“Yeah, you like it?”

“I actually do. It’s not what you usually wear, is there a reason you are letting the titties out to play?”

Fiona looked down and readjusted herself. They were out a bit, but not that much. “Does this look desperate?”

Debra kind of laughed and pulled the dress back down where it was. “I’d wear it to church, so I think you are safe. There is nothing wrong with showing a little skin, but there is something wrong with me not knowing who.”

“Just this guy that is donating some money for the new library expansion. He came in yesterday to look over some paperwork and I don’t know, there was just something about him.”

“Was he nice?”

“No, not at all, that’s the weird part. He was one of those guys that expects you to fawn over him or something.”

“Well there is something to be said about confidence. Men that are confident are that way for a reason.”

“There is confident and then there is cocky. This guy is really cocky.”

“I like him already. Go for it. You are already thinking about it or you wouldn’t be wearing that dress.”

Fiona knew she was right. She was thinking about it, a lot.

***

The gala was nicer than she thought it would have been. Dealing with rich people could be burdensome, but everyone was nice and seemed to be in a festive spirit. She never understood the need for such a big event to raise money for charity, unconsciously wondering if the money couldn’t be better spent with the charity. But she had to be there and though she was supposed to introduce the biggest donor later, she couldn’t find him in the crowd. Fiona found herself trying to spot him, but it never happened and when she went up on stage to introduce Carl, he materialized from the back of the crowd.

She watched him make his way to the stage and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. He was gorgeous and the suit fit him very well. Her heart beat hard in her chest and she was a bundle of nerves by the time he finally got up there. Fiona started to walk off the stage, but he stopped her with a firm hand on her arm. Pulling her close, he whispered in her ear. “Go to the coat room and wait for me there Fiona.”

Carl turned back to the people assembled in front of him and smile, thanking everyone for coming. His speech talked about the family and his own experiences at USC. It ended with his love for the college and the need to keep one of the best free libraries open for all of those that lived nearby. It wasn’t just the library for the college, but for anyone that wanted to use it.

There was a round of applause and then another speaker took the stage. Carl had already forgotten about all of it. He was just there to do the motions, though he found himself doing more. What he was there for was the young blonde that had a sharp tongue and supple curves. She had a hint of submission in her eyes that he took as a personal challenge. Whenever he saw something that he really wanted, Carl was used to just being able to take it.

He walked slowly to the coat room at the entrance. It was quite large and one of the only private places at the moment with all the people crawling around. Usually Carl was sure about everything, but he wasn’t sure she was going to be there. It was a gamble, being so forceful so soon, but it was the only way he knew to be and a woman like Fiona brought it out in him.

Opening the door, he let out a sigh, not even realizing that he had been holding his breath. She had her back turned when he first came through the door, but it was her, she was unmistakable in the dress she was wearing. He had seen her looking around for him and Carl hoped that she had dressed that way for him especially. There was no date with her when she had come in, only a brunette that he had seen once or twice  working at the library.

“So you came.”

“As you commanded.”

“Well that was a fast turnaround.”

“Yes, well I couldn’t very well say much up there on the stage, now could I? What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I really wanted to talk to you in private.” He also wanted to see if she would come at all, but he wasn’t going to bring that up. She might walk out just to spite him. Fiona had that kind of look in her eyes when she looked at him. She was like a wild stallion, trapped and not even realizing it yet.

“Here I am Carl, what did you want?”

His plans went out the window when she looked at him with that look. “I want many things from you Fiona, but for now I would really just like a kiss.”

It wasn’t a question because he was already leaning in to touch his lips to hers. It was more of a statement and Fiona was still not prepared, even with a warning. Carl grabbed her up, pulling her towards his body with his grip on her round ass.

Fiona was caught up in the moment, the feel of his hands and mouth on her. The kiss wasn’t enough though and he was quickly pushing her back till her back hit the wall and she was pushed into the rack of coats. She whimpered against him, her body reacting before her mind could. Fiona pushed back and he finally pulled away, giving her a minute to breathe.

She was panting slightly when she looked back up to him with dilated eyes. “I thought you just wanted a kiss?”

“For now, but we need to get back out there before anyone else notices us gone.”

Fiona nodded, but she didn’t make a move. Her body trembled slightly and she could feel the sudden heat that had come over her, cooling as he moved back. “I want your panties though.”

She shook her head like she couldn’t possibly be hearing him right. “What?”

“Your panties.”

It was clear to her that he meant it and there was an instant anger from the suggestion. Who was he to suggest such a thing? “What if I am not wearing any?”

His eyes darkened and his retreat was forgotten. Moving closer, she took a step back from him. His hand came out and lifted up her dress. He saw the matching red panties that went so well with the dress and put his hand out, fully expecting her to do as he said.

“I can’t go out there with no panties on. The dress is too short.”

“I suggest that you don’t bend over then.”

There was the option to refuse, she knew it in the back of her mind, but she didn’t want to refuse. Instead of arguing or walking passed him in a huff, she grasped the sides of the thin material and jerked them down with little ceremony. “Does that get the library a bigger donation?”

He shook his head, putting the material to his nose and breathing in deep. It was slightly wet and he could feel the moisture on his fingertips. His member jerked and thickened in his pants, but Fiona was bypassing him on her way out.