on the table.
I nodded. “Hell yeah. That wasn’t just a rental suit. My mom’s friend owns like a high-class bridal hire place. I worked there one summer when I was at high school. It was the real deal, I think maybe Armani.”
“And those shoes. Jesus! I could see my face in them, they were so damn shiny,” Chelsea added dramatically causing me to giggle.
“You gotta leave the compound over the next couple days?” Kit asked, pushing off the desk and standing with his feet shoulder width apart and returning his arms to their previously folded position.
“We both have classes almost every day this week. The semester is coming to an end and we both have tests.”
“Put someone on them,” he said sternly and Optimus’ head bobbed in agreement.
“Caleb. He can go with you to classes and bring you home.”
Chel and I looked at each other, our faces both resembling confusion. It wasn’t unheard of to have a prospect follow a club girl if there were some kind of grave danger or threat to the club. But this seemed a little overkill.
“Come on, Optimus. It honestly wasn’t that bad. He made some idle threats and threw his toys outta the cot like a child who didn’t get his way. But having a tail, isn’t that a bit extreme?” I tried to explain my feelings in the most respectful way possible without it sounding like I was calling him an idiot for being so dramatic.
“You are the property of the club, aren’t you?” Optimus gritted, obviously taking offense to what I’d said. I caught a small smirk form on Kit’s lips.
Knowing I should have kept my mouth shut and followed orders, I changed my tact. Opting for a little bit of greasing. “Yes. We are, Prez.”
His shoulders loosened but only a smidge. “We protect what’s ours. You know this. I like you Harmony, you’ve been here a long time.” He stuck me with a hard glare. “But don’t question my decisions.”
“Yes, sir.”
I felt like a small child being scolded. It didn’t happen often and it didn’t feel right at all. The smirk remained on Kit’s face, maybe even growing a little bigger as he watched my obedience. Chelsea, on the other hand, I caught her smile out of the corner of my eye. She knew it took a lot for me to shut my mouth and she was evidently amused at the fact that I’d backed down. I followed rules well. I understood that the rules of the MC were there for a reason and a lot of the time it was to keep people safe. But that didn’t mean I was scared to voice my opinion when I thought it was required or that I didn’t believe in standing up for myself when I thought something was wrong.
Unfortunately for Chelsea, Optimus also noticed her amused face.
“Kit, will you take Harm back to the party. Go be with your boys.” He turned to eye Chelsea whose shoulders straightened like she had been jabbed with a cow prod. “You stay here.”
Kit walked toward me, taking me by the elbow and leading me out the door. It was my turn to smile knowing that Chelsea was in for a good ear bashing from our president. If she was lucky, maybe even a spanking for being naughty.
Kit led me down the hallway, his hand firmly fixed to my arm. I wanted to make some comment about how I knew my way around the clubhouse and didn’t need a leash. But after Optimus already having a go at me about talking back, I knew I probably shouldn’t piss off another Club President.
I could hear the sounds of the party already raging and was in serious need of another drink. Kit, on the other hand, had other thoughts and before we reached the doors to the main room I was promptly pushed against the wall. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt but gave me one hell of a fright. My hands instantly went to his chest. Rock fucking hard.
He pushed against me, holding me captive with his body and his palms flat against the wall on either side of my head. My breathing quickened and my heart began to race. I didn’t know what I was feeling. Usually when this happened
Simon Brett, Prefers to remain anonymous