Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 19

Wren

He tsks. "How do you sound?"

My hands freeze on his skin. "Excuse me?"

"If we weren't interrupted," he drawls. "I would have found out what you sound like when you come."

"You wouldn't have because I wouldn't let you touch me." I tie up the thread and place a band aid over it, a little harder than necessary.

He hisses, chuckling. "I would believe you, I swear. But if I recall, you were begging me to kiss you. 'Kiss me, Ezra,' who said that?"

Heat flares up my cheeks, and I glare. "Adrenaline, Ezra."

"I have a sudden urge to test that theory right now."

His fingers skim my thighs, exposed by the small sleeping shorts I decided to wear. My skin pebbles.

I jump away from him. "Touch me again, and you won't have any fingers left."

"Feisty."

"For someone that's not attracted to me, you do touch me a lot."

His intense stare is fixed on me, hands brushing his trim beard.

He just sits there lazily, toned chest on display, abs rippling. Gray sweatpants clad his lower body, thighs spread apart, he looks like a tall bottle of champagne. Dark, dangerous...magnetic.

"I do, don't I?" He murmurs. "I have to admit though, Wren, you've grown."

I swallow.

He continues. "You're bolder now, you've got more skin on you, dare I say, you're sexier."

"You shouldn't say things like that to me," I rasp, heart hammering.

"Maybe I lied. Maybe I am attracted to you...but I shouldn't be."

His heated gaze drags down my body. "Come here, Birdie."

My brain says 'get the fuck out' but my body...oh, it betrays me. It moves...to him, on autopilot. Like my body obeys his command irrespective of what I think.

I stand between his legs, and he continues from where he stopped. Rough hands glide up my shin, knees, and thighs.

My stomach dips, legs turn to jelly and I grip his shoulders for balance. His skin is hot to the touch, hard.

"You know what I don't like though?" He releases my thighs, darkened eyes gazing at me.

"What?"

His lips press into a thin line. He takes my left hand.

"This," he says, tapping on the ring that still sits there. "I don't like his stupid ring still on your fingers."

Gently, he twits and tugs, the ring glides off. He pockets it. The craziest thing is... I don't even care about the ring anymore.

Ezra smirks. "Now, that's better."

"For who?"

"For my sanity." He cocks a brow, "—now go get dressed, I'm going out."

The moment dissolves, and I take a shaky step back, frowning. "Why am I getting dressed if you're going out?"

"Because you're coming with me. You think I'm going to go anywhere without you after what happened last night?"

"I'll be fine by myself, Ezra."

Besides, I need space away from him especially after what just happened.

I walk towards the door, and just when I'm about to fling it open, his warm body presses against me. His hand curls around my waist, fingers brushing my skin.

"Birdie." He leans down, breath fanning my ears. I shiver. "You're testing my patience. Remember the spanking I gave you last time?"

Oh, Jesus.

Arousal pools out of my core, body warming up. His scent floods my nostrils, a mix of sweat, blood, cologne...and him.

It makes me heady.

"You're not."

"Try me," he murmurs. "Now, go get dressed. We're leaving in an hour."

He steps back and I can finally breathe.

"Where are we even going?"

"My bar."

When Ezra said we were going to his bar, I didn't expect such luxury or class. Since it's still morning, it's mostly empty.

Dim lightening bounces from the golden wall lights and ceiling chandeliers, soft music thrums in the background, the scent of whiskey, high-end leather and cigar smoke is minimal in the air.

I sit at the long bar counter flanked with high-back leather seats. Rows of expensive liquor line the glass cabinet behind.

"Are you the boss' girlfriend?" A man in a crisp vest appears at the other side of the counter.

I look around. "Me?"

He laughs. "I don't think there's anyone else here."

"Right." My cheeks flame.

"So, are you Mr. Jax's girlfriend?" He wipes down a tumbler.

"God, no," I blurt, catching up with his question. "I'm not his girlfriend."

"Well, he's never brought anyone here, especially not at this time. Would you like something to drink?"

"Isn't it too early to drink?"

"Never." He winks. "But I can get you water, a soda, smoothie...?"

"Just water is fine."

He slides a bottle to me. "I'm Arwin, by the way."

"I'm Wren."

"Like the bird?"

I nod. "Yup. Exactly like the bird."

He smiles, brown eyes staring intently at me.

"Is there something on my face?" I pat my cheeks, feeling self-conscious.

"No." He shakes his head. "You're just really gorgeous. Stunning. Nothing like I've ever quite seen."

Oh.

My cheeks warm almost immediately, a nervous chuckle leaves my lips. "You're quite the poet, aren't you?"

"Nah, I'm just being honest. You really are breathtaking."

I've been called beautiful, pretty, cute...never have I ever been described as breathtaking.

I stare at the man. Brown eyes, brown curls and a wide mouth that somehow suits his face. He's not ruggedly handsome like Ezra—why am I comparing him to Ezra—but he's handsome, almost cute.

"Thank you, Arwin. You're not quite bad yourself."

He smiles. "So, how long have you known Jax?"

"Years. He's my brother's best friend. I didn't know he owns a bar."

"He owns a lot of luxury bars like this across the state, and in some countries."

My jaw drops. "You're kidding. I never see him work."

"That's because he's smart. He has people who front the bars, the managers and all of that. He only comes in if he really needs to."

"That's really surprising."

That's an understatement. I'm shocked, baffled...flabbergasted. It feels like I'm just knowing Ezra.

"I'm sure it is. He's very...meticulous with how he runs his businesses. And private too. Most of us didn't know he was the boss until months after."

I take a sip of the water. "So, he's got money?"

Arwin laughs. "He definitely does. Anyway, since you're not his girlfriend...I'd like to take you out sometime."

Well, that took a turn.

It's been a while since I've met regular people, especially men. Maybe I could purge Ezra out of my system with Arwin.

He definitely seems lovely.

"That depends," I tease. "Where would you take me?"

He leans closer, eyes twinkling. "Anywhere you want, but if I were to choose...I'd take you to a museum because you deserve to be surrounded by so much beauty, rarity. So you'll understand that you're one of them."

My breath actually leaves me. He's smooth, and I'm melting, swooning.

"Who would say no to that?" I say, digging out my phone.

"I would."

I freeze at the voice. Arwin steps back, clearing his throat.

"Mr Jax—"

"Is that what I pay you to do?" Ezra growls, his warmth enclosing me.

"N-no, Sir."

"Do you want to be fired?"

Arwin shakes his head, hair bouncing. "No, Sir. I'm sorry."

"Get up, Wren. We're leaving."

I cross my arms. "You can't just cockblock me, Ezra."

"I can. I just did. Now, get up."

Arwin's eyes widen at the interaction while he busies himself with wiping glasses.

"No!" I bristle, frown deepening. "I want to go out with him."

"I didn't bring you with me to whore yourself around, Birdie," he spits through clenched teeth. "Get. The Fuck. Up. I won't repeat myself."

I gasp. His words feel like a slap.

"You son of a—"

He throws me over his shoulders, my words dying out.

"You can cuss at me when we get in the car."