Tease: Mojave Boys MC by Carmen Faye Read Free Book Online Page B

Tomorrow, I’ll sign the photo, and I’ll give you a slip of paper with a personalized autograph that’s easy to transfer. And wherever you want the tattoo, I’ll put on some bright red lipstick and kiss you, then kiss the paper. And we’ll take a picture together with the mark on you showing as proof it was really me. How is that?”
     
    Bailey looked like he might pass out with excitement. “That’s even better than what I was thinking! You are so awesome. That’s really sweet of you.”
     
    She shrugged. “It’s no skin off my back, as long as we’re discrete about it. Besides, I like you, and I think you have a lot of potential in life.” She turned back toward the restroom. “What time will you be here tomorrow?”
     
    “I usually get in around two.”
     
    “Be here at noon. We’ll get you taken care of.” With that, she shoved the door open and disappeared into the bathroom. Staring at herself in the mirror, Maya felt better already. She’d escaped the predatory gaze of her date, and she’d offered to do something really nice for a young man with a work ethic.
     
    She hadn’t brought any makeup, and she didn’t need to touch it up anyway. Instead, she leaned on the counter and told herself she could handle this. She was a big girl, and she did things only because she wanted to. And she definitely wanted Vance tonight. But she had to slow things down. She wanted to have a normal date, or at least, as normal as it could be with a guy who lived in the desert amidst violence and gangs.
     
    Returning to the table, she slid in and told Vance, “Sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me.”
     
    He didn’t seem to mind, relaxed in the booth with his arms stretched out over the back. He was the image of sex, his vest slung over the seat beside him so she could see every line and ripple of his muscular chest and arms beneath the stylized t-shirt bearing an artistic impression of the Grim Reaper. His biceps bulged and stretched the hem of his sleeves, and the tendons stood out all the way down his arms to his large, rough hands.
     
    And she knew what lay beneath the rough dark denim of his jeans. His legs were strong and thick, and what stood between was long and sturdy, smooth, and perfectly formed. She had to stop thinking about it, or she was going to be right back where she’d been before she’d excused herself.
     
    “Do you see your family often?” he asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
     
    Shaking off the mental whiplash of such an abrupt change of subject, Maya was grateful for it and replied, “Not really. I have a standing weekly call with my parents. We get together around Easter and again at either Thanksgiving or Christmas. And I try to make a surprise visit once a year in between.” She knew he didn’t see his family, so she didn’t ask. “Do you ever get out of here? Take a vacation?”
     
    He shook his head. “If I need time away, I just crawl into my house and stay there for a while. Or I take a long ride. I’m always home at night.” He seemed troubled. “I don’t travel if I don’t have to.”
     
    Have to. Maya assumed that was related to club business, and she was on a need to know basis that didn’t involve clarifying that statement. The food arrived, and they were both hungry enough that the conversation died off while they ravaged their plates. It was delicious, and as she finished, Maya was quite full. She was anxious to get back to Vance’s house, but she wanted to let the food settle a bit, too, so she was relieved when he asked if she wanted to have a drink at the bar.
     
    They walked back over to the Wheelie Bar in no hurry, and as they sat down, Maya thought that she might be taking this too far. She suddenly had an image of herself driving out of the desert stop and regretting leaving. She felt an emptiness inside at the idea of going back to her daily life, modeling and attending parties and events. Sure, she would be busy, but it felt like she