Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Lottie

What an absolute jerk. And bigheaded to boot.

Men like him made me sick.

Stripping off my clothes because they were coated with a fine layer of sand and road dust, I stood in the middle of my bedroom and

frowned at my reflection and that’s when it hit me.

I didnt even know his real name. The only one he had given me was Irish but i hand’t heard even a hint of an accent.

It made me wonder how he got that paticular road name.

Not that it was any of my business.Bikers were bad news.

And meeting Irish just went to prove how right I was about that.

“What is it about men?” I asked my reflection. My eyes moving down my body I appraised myself. I wasnt big headed but I knew I looked good. “What is it in their brain that makes them all egotytical bastards?”

Of course when you looked like Xander and had the piercing bue eyes of Irish, you could get away with being egotystical. They had

the looks to go with it.

My stomach flipped over as I remembered Irishs blue eyes. Jesus they were so familiar and I knew just who they reminded me of.

From downstairs someone hammered on my front door and my thoughts scattered. Reaching for my lilac roe itied it sound

mymiddle and went to see who ut was.

“Look wes-” The words died on my lips as I flung open the door and came face to face with Xander.

Leaning on the wall next to my door, he arched up a dark eyebrow. His lips curled up in a half smile. “Expecting someone else?” he

asked, his voice mocking.

“No.”

Laughter danced in his eyes. “Liar. so who is wesley?” He didnt move a muscle. But his eyes darted downward to where my robe had

come loose and was showing the valley between my breasts.

I clutched the material closed and scowled at him. I’d had more than enough of being ogled at for one day.

“No one, I dont know what Irish has told you but-”

Xanders head snapped up. His eyes anrrowed. “Whats Irish got to do with anything, wait,” he licked at his lips. “How come you met

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Irish.”

It might have been my imagination but he sounded jealous. “It’s nothing,” I said quickly. “He just gave me a ride back from the

beach.”

“Oh I see.” Full lips twitched and again he looked at me. “And now you are naked?”

“Fuck.” I rolled myeyes. “All you men are seriously all the same. I’m naked because I was etting changed. I didn’t sleep with him. !

don’t even know him.”

“So why did you need a ride back from the beach?”

Xander was like a dog witha bone. He just wouldnt let it drop.

“No particular reason,”I muttered.

Why did this feel like I was getting the third degree from a boyfriend and not from my neighbour that I had only met last night.

“Do I need to call him?” he whipped out his phone and pressed it to his ear.

“I went out with my boss,” I blurted. “He thought it was a date, and got a little too friendly. Irish just happened to be close by and

stepped in. It was nothing.”

The happy teasing look on Xanders face disappeared. And fuck he was scary when he was angry. “Doesn’t soun like nothing if Irish

got involved, Lottie. Did he hurt you?”

“Who Irish?”

“Your boss.” Xander shook his head.

“No, I’m fine. I might not hava job anymore but-”

One giant hand slid across my hip and Xander stepped into me. For the second time in thirty minutes I had a big bad biket rubbing

themselves against me.

“You’d tell me if he did wouldnt you?”

My voice came out a squeak. “Yes.”

No, I amended silently. I would absolutely not tell him beecause I could already see violence in his eyes.

“Liar.” Chuckling Xander ran his hand over my hips and down over my ass. “But I’ll let him off this time. He touches you again and I

will deal with him.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be away for a little while.”

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“I was but now I’m back.” He squeezed my ass. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind so I came back and a good job too, as you re

already going on dates with other guys.”

“It was not a date.”I snapped and then realised he was joking.

“So what do you say?”

Blankly I stared at him. Totally confused. “What do i say about what?”

“Going on a date with me.” He grinned.

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