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“That makes no sense.”
I rolled my eyes and finished my coffee. “I don’t care if it makes sense; I will take you to work, and then I need to head to Rain’s.”
Mitzy rolled her eyes. “I will drive myself to work. You’re not my chauffer, Monk. I am more than capable of driving.”
I set my empty cup in the sink and leaned against the counter with my arms over my chest. “Amazing sex last night, and now this afternoon, you’re gonna just give me all the sass?” I growled.
Mitzy rolled her eyes. “As if you really thought that one round of hot sex was going to just mellow me out.”
I had kind of hoped it would. At least for a day or two.
It was half-past three, and Mitzy was ready to go to the club while I was going to head to the clubhouse and then Rain’s once it got dark. Mitzy didn’t like the idea of me dropping her at work and then doing what I needed to do.
“What happens if I want to leave work, and you’re still out doing whatever it is that you’re doing?” she asked.
“Then Jinx will give you a ride home.”
She curled her lip. “I’m not interested on being on the back of Jinx’s bike, thank you very much.”
I wasn’t too keen on the idea either, but I also didn’t like the idea of Mitzy driving by herself. “I don’t want you by yourself, Mitz. We still have no idea who tried to hurt you, so they’re still out there, probably trying to figure out another way to kill you.”
Mitzy wrinkled her nose. “Jinx can follow behind me like he did that first day. It worked perfectly.” She held up her hand. “I promise not to try to lose him or brake check him.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “This is where I need to let you fly on your own, huh, Birdie?”
She nodded and moved in front of me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and dropped a kiss to my lips. “You know that I’m going to do what I want to, Monk. Are you just arguing with me because it turns you on a little bit?” She held up her pointer finger and thumb with a little space between them. “Just a teeny tiny bit?”
“Everything you do turns me on, Mitzy.” I slapped her ass. “I figure if you piss me off too much, I’m just gonna have to fuck you until you stop arguing with me.”
She tipped her head back and forth. “I mean, that doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. Should we try it now?”
I slapped her ass again. “We don’t have time for that, Birdie. I’m just gonna have to let you get your way this time.” I kissed her with a grin. “Just know the next time I’m not going to give in so easily.”
She rolled her eyes and patted my chest. “That’s what you think.” She pecked a kiss to my cheek and pulled out of my arms. “I’m leaving, so if you want to follow me, you better get your boots on, biker. This Birdie is ready to fly.” She grabbed her keys and purse and buzzed out the door.
“You better wait for me, woman,” I called.
I grabbed my keys off the counter and walked out the front door. I found my boots at the foot of the lounge and laughed. We would have to pick up our clothes when we got back tonight.
Or maybe we would add to the piles on the porch floor. I locked the front door and cussed when Mitzy’s Charger backed out of the garage and she took off down the driveway in a cloud of dust.
“Damn, woman,” I muttered. I closed the garage door that she was in too much of a hurry to take care of herself and hopped on my bike.
Mitzy was thankfully waiting for me at the end of the driveway when I got there.
“You’re kind of slow today, biker,” she called out of her open window.
I flipped her off. “Get your ass to work, Birdie, before I pulled you from that car and fuck the sass out of you.”
Her eyes grew, and she fanned her face with her hand. “Don’t tempt, Monk.”
I held my hands out, welcoming her to try me.
“Second date tonight,” she called. She peeled out of the driveway, throwing a huge cloud of dust in my face.
She was going to pay for that.
Tonight.
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