Twisted Scars (Comanche Sons Motorcycle Club Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Sophia Hampton
would get pissed off as men did when their ego was hurt, and he would yell and scream, and then it would be over.
Almost as if on cue, her doorbell rang. Guess she’d run out of time to change. Good thing too, as she didn’t want to make much of an effort.
She opened the door and was surprised to see him holding a bouquet of white tulips. Her mouth opened and closed. She didn’t quite remember the last time a guy brought her flowers.
“Hi,” she said.
His eyes lit at the sight of her. It was another first for her. Men usually reacted like this when they saw her out of the clothes. He thrust out the flowers at her and said, “For you.”
Even though she wanted to run a mile away, she accepted the flowers. Now, she didn’t have a choice but invite him inside while she set them in a vase. “Thanks. Come in.” He sauntered in, looking around closely at her one bedroom apartment. Pretty basic, but she did keep the place neat. Well, she wasn’t Ms. Money bags, and he certainly wasn’t interested in her for that, so she didn’t really care. Riley opened a cabinet and took down a vase. “This will take just a minute.”
“Sure, no problem.”
She filled the vase with water and took off the string from around the tulips. “You didn’t need to do this.”
“I wanted to. Initially, I thought roses, but a woman as unique as you deserved something a little off the usual, so I figured tulips were a good choice.”
Unique? “You don’t need to flatter me. I’ve already agreed to go out with you.”
He took a seat on the stool and glanced at her, as if he was seeing her for the first time. “Are you always this prickly and suspicious with men, or is it just me? It was a compliment, nothing more and nothing less.”
Color flushed her cheeks. He had a way of making her feel as if she was behaving crazy. “I’m just not used to being…”
“Wooed?”
Her eye widened as she stared at him. God! He was handsome, and the man damn well knew it. “Is that what you’re doing? Wooing me?”
“Perhaps.”
She didn’t like this one bit. He didn’t want to sleep with her, but instead he wanted to wine and dine her, and now he brought her flowers. She wanted to run away to a place where he wouldn’t ever find her. She didn’t want romance and flowers, and she didn’t believe in happily ever after. “It won’t get you anywhere. I’m not looking for something permanent,” Riley said.
“You’re the original footloose and fancy-free woman. I get that. Trust me; I’m also not looking to slip a ring around your finger.”
She noticed that he didn’t appear to take offense at her blunt talk, which was good. She liked a man who could accept the truth. “So then why waste time? Let’s just get into bed and get it over with.”
“Oh, love. You’ve been hanging out with the wrong men. Trust me, we’ll get to bed but before that, we must set the stage, make the mood.”
Too much trouble. Still, he appeared intent on it. “Fine, have it your way.”
“That’s the spirit.”
She couldn’t avoid the laughter that spurted out of her. She was honest enough to admit that he intrigued her. He claimed not to want something permanent, but he didn’t seem to mind taking his time about something that wouldn’t really last. She didn’t understand his logic.
She set the vase on the kitchen counter. “So where are we going?”
“I’ll show you.”
After they walked down the stairs and marched into the parking lot, she surveyed his bike. Riley had ridden with many men before, so it wasn’t anything new, but his bike was a thing of beauty. Black and chrome, he’d lovingly cleaned and polished it. She liked that he appeared to take care of his things. It showed a neat personality. Score one for Chance.
She accepted the helmet that he handed her and sat behind him. He drove with control and yet she enjoyed
Almost as if on cue, her doorbell rang. Guess she’d run out of time to change. Good thing too, as she didn’t want to make much of an effort.
She opened the door and was surprised to see him holding a bouquet of white tulips. Her mouth opened and closed. She didn’t quite remember the last time a guy brought her flowers.
“Hi,” she said.
His eyes lit at the sight of her. It was another first for her. Men usually reacted like this when they saw her out of the clothes. He thrust out the flowers at her and said, “For you.”
Even though she wanted to run a mile away, she accepted the flowers. Now, she didn’t have a choice but invite him inside while she set them in a vase. “Thanks. Come in.” He sauntered in, looking around closely at her one bedroom apartment. Pretty basic, but she did keep the place neat. Well, she wasn’t Ms. Money bags, and he certainly wasn’t interested in her for that, so she didn’t really care. Riley opened a cabinet and took down a vase. “This will take just a minute.”
“Sure, no problem.”
She filled the vase with water and took off the string from around the tulips. “You didn’t need to do this.”
“I wanted to. Initially, I thought roses, but a woman as unique as you deserved something a little off the usual, so I figured tulips were a good choice.”
Unique? “You don’t need to flatter me. I’ve already agreed to go out with you.”
He took a seat on the stool and glanced at her, as if he was seeing her for the first time. “Are you always this prickly and suspicious with men, or is it just me? It was a compliment, nothing more and nothing less.”
Color flushed her cheeks. He had a way of making her feel as if she was behaving crazy. “I’m just not used to being…”
“Wooed?”
Her eye widened as she stared at him. God! He was handsome, and the man damn well knew it. “Is that what you’re doing? Wooing me?”
“Perhaps.”
She didn’t like this one bit. He didn’t want to sleep with her, but instead he wanted to wine and dine her, and now he brought her flowers. She wanted to run away to a place where he wouldn’t ever find her. She didn’t want romance and flowers, and she didn’t believe in happily ever after. “It won’t get you anywhere. I’m not looking for something permanent,” Riley said.
“You’re the original footloose and fancy-free woman. I get that. Trust me; I’m also not looking to slip a ring around your finger.”
She noticed that he didn’t appear to take offense at her blunt talk, which was good. She liked a man who could accept the truth. “So then why waste time? Let’s just get into bed and get it over with.”
“Oh, love. You’ve been hanging out with the wrong men. Trust me, we’ll get to bed but before that, we must set the stage, make the mood.”
Too much trouble. Still, he appeared intent on it. “Fine, have it your way.”
“That’s the spirit.”
She couldn’t avoid the laughter that spurted out of her. She was honest enough to admit that he intrigued her. He claimed not to want something permanent, but he didn’t seem to mind taking his time about something that wouldn’t really last. She didn’t understand his logic.
She set the vase on the kitchen counter. “So where are we going?”
“I’ll show you.”
After they walked down the stairs and marched into the parking lot, she surveyed his bike. Riley had ridden with many men before, so it wasn’t anything new, but his bike was a thing of beauty. Black and chrome, he’d lovingly cleaned and polished it. She liked that he appeared to take care of his things. It showed a neat personality. Score one for Chance.
She accepted the helmet that he handed her and sat behind him. He drove with control and yet she enjoyed
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