Chapter 7
SEVEN
MARCO
When I woke up the next morning, I saw Quinn getting dressed. I wanted to tell her how amazing the previous night had been. I hadn’t felt like this about a woman in a very long time, but she had her back turned to me and seemed to be in a hurry to get out of there.
I straightened up on the couch, and she heard and turned to look at me.
She was back in her dress and boots and jackets, and looking at her again reminded me of the rush of attraction I had felt towards her the previous night.
When I’d seen her sitting beside me at the bar, I hadn’t expected to wake up with her the next morning.
“Sorry, Marco, I have to go,” she said, and her eyes drifted down to my cock. I had woken up with a hard-on for her, and I watched as she licked her lips and then looked away quickly.
“I won’t keep you, but I was just about to make breakfast,” I said.
Even though I barely knew her, and this had technically been a one night stand; I didn’t want her to leave.
“I wish I could stay, but I have to go. I have some errands to run,” Quinn said, and she tipped her head to the side. I smiled at her and nodded. I didn’t want to push too hard. I didn’t want to ask her if I could see her again.
Her eyes darted around the room then, and she rushed towards my cell phone on the floor. My brows were crossed as she picked it up and started typing something into it.
“My number’s in there. Call me sometime,” she said with a grin and then looked down at the screen again. “Someone called Hunter is calling you,” she added and then threw the phone over to me. I caught it in my hands and then she had turned around and was gone from my apartment.
When I answered Hunter’s call, I could barely find my voice to speak. It was like I still had my head in the clouds.
“Yeah,” I said groggily.
“Where did you disappear to last night, man?” Hunter sounded excited and wide awake.
“Yeah, I had this thing…” I started to say, trying to come up with excuses. I didn’t want him getting too excited about some girl I’d met at the Rusty Pelican.
“Yeah, okay, anyway, some of the guys and I were talking last night. We think we want to introduce the idea to Axel,” I heard Hunter say.
“What idea?” I asked, sitting up straighter on the couch.
“The idea of you joining the MC. Becoming a prospect. Meet us at church today, at the Rusty Pelican. It’s at noon,” Hunter said, and I gulped.
This was happening too fast. I had just met this woman who had blown my mind, and now Hunter was seriously talking about me joining the MC and becoming a prospect.
Fast was good. I was done with taking things slow.