This is just another bad date with anoter narcissistic horse's rear end. She knew almost as soon as she had met him. He was a twerp. A butt. An absolute douche bag. Another complete waste of her time. She was really beginning to think that she should start charging them by the hour. After all, if they were going to treat her like that, then she would charge them like that. She clenched her hands in her lap to keep from reaching across the tablle to slap. It was almost a reflex because he was such an a**hole.
She sat there in the booth of her favorite diner, listening to yet another a**hole drone on about his career, his bank account, his sports cars, his college degree, his trust fund, his this and his that. She never once heard anything come out of his mouth that didn't center around him. Him, him, him. That's all he cared about. Then he crossed the line. "I'm great in bed, too. I've never left a woman wanting." He smirked at her shocked expression.
She really shouldn't be shocked. It seemed that all of the guys she had been dating this last six months or so were struck on themselves. It was always the same. They bragged on themselves. Their wealth, their jobs, their car, their home or in some cases homes. Almost always, the size of their trust fund. It was like they had never left their teens and developed a sense of maturity. Jeez! Is this realy what she had to look forward to?
She had tried to shift the subject away and talk about something else. But no matter how hard she tried, it always seemed to come back to them. The last time she had been on a date and the guy had asked her about herself had been her husband. God, she missed him. She knew that Mack had been one in a million. Dating these air-headed morons just proved it. Lucy was right, chivalry is dead. The jerk hadn't even opened the door for her. He had opened it and walked in without waiting on her. Merely expecting her to follow him. That's when she had said a silent pray that this date wasn't going to go like all of the others she had been on since getting over her grief. Unfortunately that prayer had gone unanswered. So far, this one was the worst of them all. She couldn't believe the size of his ego.
"Samantha, are you listening to me?" A whining voice interrupted her musing.
She had had enough. "No, frankly I wasn't. You haven't needed my participation all evening. All night long, we have set here and talked about you. You haven't asked me a single question about my life. You don't know what I do for a living. You don't know where I went to college. You probably couldn't tell me what color my eyes were if I closed them. And you darn sure couldn't tell my what kind of car I drove up in. No, I don't think this night needs to go on anymore. If you will please leave, I will gladly pay the bill. Just to get rid of you."
Samantha watched as his eyes become dark with anger. "You fucking bitch! How dare you. I'll have you know that I'm one of the wealthiest bachelors in the city. I came out on this date as a favor to you. I figured a fat-ass like you could use a good lay. It's probably been awhile, and I thought you would be ripe. However, I don't think you deserve me!" Standing up, he gathered his coat to leave when a deep and gravelly voice behind him stopped him in his tracks.
"You know, you should never treat a lady like that. If you were half the man you thought you were, you would have focused on her, not yourself. You would have held the door for her to allow her to walk in. You would have waited for her to sit before you sat down. You also would have talked about her. All I heard come out of your mouth was me, me, me. I never once heard you ask the lady about herself. You didn't even ask what she wanted to eat. You just ordered for her, and you know nothing about her. And if you were all the wonderful things you thought you were, that you told her you were, then you certainly would never speak to a lady like that. At least, not outside of the bedroom. Now, get your shit and leave and if you say one more word to her, I swear, I will help you out that door. Head first." He growled.
Of course the turd fled. But only after mumbling how lucky she was that he went out with her. She stood next to her booth watching with a great deal of humor as the area's most eligible bachelor ran out like his butt was on fire. After the door closed, she turned to look at her "knight in shining armor." What she saw caused her to gulp. He wasn't pretty by any means. But there was a ruggedness to him that was incredibly sexy. His hair was long and he had enough ink that she could see it coming up above his t-shirt collar. He had the brightest green eyes she had ever seen and hair so black it looked blue in the light. He wasn't old, but he wasn't a young man either. Tall, with a powerful build that hinted at strength and a muscular body. She guessed that he was close to her age, maybe a few years older. Smiling up at him, she spoke.
"Thank you. It seems that all I ever attract are men like him. Not even a mature man. A little boy playing at being a man. I'm not even sure why I endured as long as I did." Indicating that he join her in the booth, she asked, "Can I buy you a cup of coffee or dinner, to pay you back?" Her face flamed red. She normally wasn't so forward.
He smiled a gentle smile down at her. "A cup of coffee would be great." After she slid back into her seat he sat down.
Samantha waved the waitress over. "I heard, Sam. I'm sorry. This one turned out to be shit too. Better luck next time."
"Lucy, do me a favor, bring my rescuer and myself some coffee, would you?" Turning to look at the biker, she quirked an eyebrow in question. "Food, dessert? They have the best cheesecake in town."
"Coffee's fine." He said, smiling in a way that seemed to take her breath away.
Drake walked out of his office and was met by Bill, the MC's treasurer."Lucy told me what happened last night. Thanks for looking out for Samantha. She's a little fragile."When Drake raised an eyebrow, Bill shrugged. "Lucy and Sam have been friends since kindergarten. When her husband died last year, I thought Lucy was gonna lose the best friend she ever had. Sam grieved so hard and so long that I thought it would carry her to the grave. I mean, you hear about people grieving themselves to death, but you pray you never see it.""It was bad?" Drake asked, frowning."Yeah, real bad. She had stopped eating and sleeping. Lucy and I went by there about two weeks after we buried Mack. What we found scared my girl, and shook me up pretty badly. Sam was laying in bed, just staring at the ceiling. She smelled like she hadn't had a bath in a while and s
After Bill had answered his text and spoken to his girl, he had sent him Sam's phone number. Drake picked up the phone on his desk and called Samantha. He was kinda hoping she wasn't home. Nervous. He had never been this nervous about calling a woman. His hopes were dashed when she answered on the third ring."Hello." The voice was breathy, like she had been in a hurry."Samantha?" Even though he knew it was her. Her voice caused a shiver to go straight up his spine."Yes?" He could hear the suspicion in her voice now."Samantha, it's Drake. I hope you don't mind, but I got your number from Bill. I wanted to invite you to dinner." Silence."Samantha?""Yes, I'm here. I'm thinking. Where will we be going?" She asked."That depends on you. What kind of food do you like? We have all types of restaurants in the city, or, if you prefer, I can grill steaks and baked potatoes....."Sam jumped in on that. "You got yourself a deal
Samantha dove under the water when she felt Drake run in after her. When she came up for air, the biker was almost right in front of her. A startled gasp left her mouth when he leaned down to pick her up."Wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist." was his command. Doing as he asked, she waited to see what he would do. He waded out until the water was over her head."Why did you bring us way out here, Drake? I can swim, you know? Very well, in fact." Was her smart reply."I wanted you where I could just hold you, and I didn't think you would let me pick you up and set you in my lap." Drake watched her eyes dilate, knowing it was desire. He watched a flush move up her upper chest and onto her chest. She had tried to duck her face into his should
After convincing Samantha to spend the day with him, Drake got up and went to make coffee and breakfast while she showered. After they ate, he showered and they left in his truck to go to Sam's house to get her a change of clothes. He smirked when he thought about what she was actually wearing, and would have taken her straight back to bed, if she hadn't been so sore. Sitting a traffic light, he looked over at the small woman who had taken residence in his heart.Drake wasn't some young boy who didn't know his own mind. He was a mature man with the knowledge of what it meant to love. He was a little apprehensive, but by no means unsure. He knew that he loved Sam. Convincing her, however, was going to take some doing.Realizing that they had arrived at her house, Drake shut off the engine and turned to get out.
Samantha could feel the tension between the two men when she approached with their coffees. After handing them out, she turned and went back into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of the tea that she noticed that Drake had in his fridge. Approaching the patio door, she paused to watch the man who she was falling for gesture wildly at the other man.Drake, realizing that his woman was waiting to come outside, waved her out. "It's ok. You can hear this. I promise, Sam, I will never keep anything from you. As my woman, it's expected for you to know something of what we do. We work with severely battered womne and child. Usually, the ones that the law can't help. The ones who have a husband who has too many connections, to0 much political power, and is just too legal savvy , not to mention, a great manipulator. The ones who know exactly which buttons to push, but not get ar
Samantha snuggled into the warmth behind her, burrowing down into the covers, and moaned. When the warmth moved away, she whined. Then a deep chuckle sounded, causing her to wake completely up. Sitting up, she pushed her hair, that was no doubt a rat's nest, out of her face. Looking over at Drake, she blinked, having trouble focusing.Drake looked over at his woman and chuckled again. She looked so cute with her owlish look and her sleep tossed hair. She was terrible before her coffee, and he loved that about her. Leaning over, he kissed her, then just as she was leaning into the kiss, he pulled back. "I'm gonna go make coffee, baby."Samantha huffed as she headed to the bathroom. She quickly took care of her business and headed into the kitchen, after grabbing one of Drake's t-shirts. Walking into the kitchen, she was greete
After breakfast, Sam and Drake got dressed and headed to the MC compound. Samantha followed Drake in her Jeep. He had decided to take his truck today, instead of his bike.When they drove up to the compound, Drake blew his horn and waited. Nothing happened. Samantha knew that something wasn't right. Just as Drake was getting out of his truck to investigate, a shot rang out. Then several shots. From many different guns.He heard women screaming. Kids were crying. Here could hear the bikers cussing. Somehow, someone had compromised the security of the compound and infiltrated it.When the shooting started, Drake had pulled his .357 sig out and started to look around to see if there were targets. What he didn't see was anyone, except Sam. Then, he heard his girl