Grace smiled. “You’re being a little evasive.”
“You’re going to love it.”
“I am?”
“Yes.”
“I look forward to it.” She looked over his shoulder, and excused herself. He watched her walking away, admiring the full curves her butt. His cock had a mind of its own, and he was pleased he was sitting down.
“Here you go, honey,” Teri said, putting the plate of pancakes in front of him. “You’re looking pretty happy today.”
“I am.”
“So is Grace.”
Drake took a bite of his pancake, which Teri had already drenched in maple syrup.
“Has Grace told you something?”
“Not at all. I looked at you, and then I looked at Grace, putting two things together. It was good, wasn’t it?”
“Shut up, Teri.”
“What? I’m not allowed to be damn happy for my friend? I think it’s awesome. You and Grace getting it on.” Teri chuckled. “I knew you two would make a cute couple, and that whole friendship thing wouldn’t last.”
Drake shook his head. “Whatever.”
“Don’t hurt her, Drake.”
“I have no plan to hurt her. I’m going to take care of her.”
“Good. I’d hate to have to come after you. Grace deserves a man to show her how good it can be.”
She gave him a wink and left to go back into the kitchen. He had a lot of plans to keep Grace’s smile on her face.
****
Suzy stared at Pixie, thinking about what Chloe had said. She was still a virgin, and she had read a lot of erotic romance, and even watched a lot of porn. She wanted to experience sex, but she didn’t want it to be a fleeting one night stand with a half-drunk man.
“I can feel you thinking all the way over here,” Pixie said.
He was reading a newspaper. She wondered if any of the club knew he had a tendency to camp out at the shop, reading.
“Don’t you have a clubhouse or something to hang out at?” she asked.
“I do, but here I like the peace and quiet.”
“The women are all over you here.”
“I have moments like this when it’s quiet.” He closed the newspaper and stared at her. “Are you trying to have a real conversation with me?”
“Not at all.” She pretended to clear away her desk.
“At the club there’s always something to do. Fix a bike, fetch shit, deal with bitches arguing, helping out at the diner, looking over legal documents, it’s all there waiting to be dealt with.”
“You deal with it?” she asked.
“Not all of it, but I have my fair share.”