Tempting Trouble (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 1) Read Online Free

‘things are getting ready to look up’ vibe can rub off on me.” He watched her take a bigger gulp of her drink and look like she was trying to work up to say something.
     
    “What would we do while we wait?” She asked him like he was the cruise director on this ship.
     
    “I’m sure something would pop up and occupy us. I’m good for finding things to do.” He was good at sexual innuendo and hoped that she wouldn’t take offense; they seemed to be doing some kind of mating ritual, but he didn’t think he knew the rules, and God knew she wasn’t his usual type. He usually went for the tough and rumble dirty girl; this one looked like she’d be sullied by his touch and softer than cotton.
     
    “Are you flirting with me?” The quiet deadly tone in which she said it made him think he’d made a mistake in the chemistry he thought they’d shared, but no one could say that Tyson Adler backed down from a challenge.
     
    “Yes, I am,” he told her and waited for her response. What was so interesting to him about this whole exchange was how much fun he was having. That’s what had attracted him to poker and gambling in the first place: the excitement of placing your bet and the anticipation of waiting to see if it would all pay off. He’d lost it when he began chasing the money. The more he chased it, the faster it ran, and here he sat trying to recoup his losses, but right here, right now, watching this sexy woman after he placed his wager and waited to see what would come out of it… he’d found the fun again.
     
    She tipped her glass to the sky and drained the rest of her drink before setting it back down on the countertop.
     
    “Did you want another drink?” he asked when she didn’t say anything for the few seconds after she’d drained her drink.
     
    “Not really. I wanted to see what your bed looks like.” She said it as if she’d said “pass the peanuts,” and he was intrigued at the package this woman created. Sweet and innocent on the outside with a dirty little center… Hell yeah.
     
    He would have never guessed a woman like this would be propositioning him. Especially here in this place that wasn’t really known for hook ups but more for people down in the dumps, but if her luck was looking up, maybe his was too. “There isn’t really anything special about my bed, but the things I’ll do to you while you are in it are something to experience.”
     
    “Is that so?”
     
    “That it is.”
     
    “Well, I’d like to have new experiences.” She slid her hand in his hair, and he practically felt the electric energy that pulsed between them. Ella reminded him of a firecracker or a bullet; she had a lot of power in a little package.
     
    “Would you like another drink?” The bartender was in front of them, and from the tone in her voice, he knew she didn’t like the way this looked. The woman had a thing for him, and he loved to flirt and tease her when he was in the mood, but they weren’t ever going anywhere. Tyson wouldn’t say he’d led her on or he wouldn’t have thought so before this, but looking at the anger in her face made him want to get the woman who’d made him laugh and brought back the fun if only for a short while away from this blow up that was about to happen.
     
    “No. We’re leaving.” Tyson threw a couple of bills on the table, stood up, and wondered what this was. Was she some kind of con woman? If so, she wasn’t going to find much to steal at his place, and he was willing risk it for the sweet piece of ass she seemed to be offering. He waited a few seconds and was rewarded by Ella turning and swinging her long legs as she prepared to get off the stool. The thought crossed his mind to offer a bit of help, but she hopped down without a hitch. She was dressed in a sexy denim mini skirt, and those heels made her look like her legs went on forever. Good trick at her height. Now that he was standing next to her, he would put her at around 5’6”,