A waitress approaches, her eyes pinned on Chance. When he glances up at her, he freezes for a second, his fingers tightening on my thigh.
“Chance, nice to see you,” she purrs, playing with her hair. “You never called me.”
“I didn’t know you worked here…” he murmurs, clearing his throat. I notice him staring down at her name tag as if looking for a cheat code. “Trina.”
I roll my eyes.
“Just started.” She smiles, but her face drops when she drags her eyes over to me. She gives me a dirty look, then turns her attention back to Chance. “You know I have a break in about an hour.”
“We’d just like to order our dinner,” he says in a tone that even has my spine straightening. He then lowers his voice. “As you can see, I’m here with my woman.”
I want to correct him that I’m not his woman, but I don’t dare interrupt whatever this is.
Trina’s lips tighten. “Since when has that ever stopped you? You know I don’t mind sharing.”
Oh wow.
I knew he slept around… a lot, but seeing it like this, right in my face, is really confronting.
And uncomfortable.
I want to look away, but I’m also nosy and don’t want to miss anything. I wish I could say I was watching Chance squirm, but instead, he’s sitting there with his legs spread, arm resting behind my head like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
And why would he?
This shit probably happens to him all the time.
So why the hell do I feel a little jealous? He’s not my man, and I’m sure as hell not his woman. Whatever he’s done in the past is his business. I think what hurts the most is that I gave in so easily to him that night, and I’m exactly like this woman standing here right now. Except, I didn’t expect anything from him, not even a repeat performance. Burying that right down, I push his hand off my thigh and look straight ahead.
I tried to be calm and emotionless, but I’m really fucking annoyed. It’s further proof of the life he lives, and the one that I’m never going to fit into.
I’m considering sliding underneath the table to escape and leaving when he tells her, “Send us another waitress.”
“But—”
“You do know the Royal Bastard MC owns this restaurant, right? If you want to keep your job, leave. Now.”
She rolls her eyes, but turns around and disappears, leaving behind nothing but awkwardness and regret.
Regret that I even got on the back of his bike.
Maybe I should have said yes to Seth instead?
8
CHANCE
Well, this is going fucking great.
I’m messing everything up already, and over a woman I only vaguely remember. I couldn’t remember her name.
“Can we pretend the last five minutes never happened?” I ask hopefully, while she stares me down with an unimpressed look. “I guess not,” I mutter, stretching my arm out behind her head. “I haven’t been a saint, Siren.”
“Oh, trust me, I know,” she replies, turning her head toward me. “What I want to know is what we’re doing here. We had a one-night stand, and that’s all it was meant to be. You clearly have options, and aren’t a one-woman man, so drop the pretense and tell me what you want.”
A straight shooter, I can respect that. “You… in my bed.”
Her eyes narrow. “And that requires steak? I believe the last time I gave it up was a lot easier.”