Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
The stare was not the kind of stare that made desire pool between my legs. Or at least it wasn’t supposed to be. The desire pooled there nonetheless.
Even scary and murderous, Elden was sexy. Especially scary and murderous he was sexy.
Well, until he opened his mouth, at least.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” he growled.
“What do you mean, what am I wearing?” I asked, not at all liking his tone.
“I mean you’re almost fucking naked,” he seethed.
“It was a costume party,” I replied, scowling at him. “I went as Elle Woods going as a Playboy bunny,” I explained although the bunny ears and tail kind of needed no explanation.
“Legally Blonde?” I offered when he didn’t get the reference. My fingers combed through my knotted hair. “I lost my wig at some point too, a shame since I do look good as a blonde. Maybe I’ll go blonde,” I pondered.
“You are not changing a hair on your head,” Elden snapped. His jaw was tight as he glanced around the station. Every single male in the vicinity quickly looked away.
Well, everyone except one.
“Watch where you put your fuckin’ eyes,” he barked at an officer walking past.
The officer in question did not give him any kind of retort about watching the way he spoke to an officer of the law. No, he just averted his eyes like a good little boy.
It was jointly comical and hot.
Elden shrugged off his cut and the flannel shirt he wore underneath which was a shame since he looked exceptional in a flannel. A delightful cross between a lumberjack and an outlaw.
He wore g a black tank underneath his flannel, one that molded over his torso in a very nice way. His arms were muscled, corded, not smooth. They were peppered with scars that were all the more noticeable in the harsh fluorescent lights, unhidden since he didn’t have tattoos like almost every other outlaw.
I wondered about his scars.
Wondered about what else was underneath his tank. Wondered how agreeable he’d be to me finding out.
Until he spoke with the flannel outstretched.
“Put this on,” he ordered.
I frowned at the flannel. “I’m not cold,” I told him. Although that was kind of a lie. I had sobered up during my time in the cell, and the air was turned way down in here.
“This is not about you bein’ cold, which you fuckin’ are,” Elden grunted, eyes on the gooseflesh on my arms. “This is about you wearin’ that.” His eyes skimmed my body once more. “In public, around a bunch of men who are thinkin’ things about what’s mine.”
“Oh, no he didn’t,” a girl murmured from the booking bench.
I put my hands on my hips. “I think he just did,” I told her then focused on Elden. “It looks like you’ve made it through your whole life without being educated on this fact, so it’s my utter delight to enlighten you. I am not responsible for what men think. It is not my duty to cover up in order to not tempt men into thinking or doing things that they shouldn’t be fucking thinking or doing.”
Elden was glowering in fury. “They shouldn’t be fuckin’ thinking or doin’ shit. But they will. So put the fuckin’ shirt on.”
“Shit, he ain’t hearing you, babe,” the girl muttered.
“He is not,” I agreed, hands still on my hips. “So boys will be boys, huh?” I tilted my head. “Men are not going to change nor stop acting like animals, so the responsibility remains on the woman to change what she wears, how she acts in order to make sure she doesn’t invite those looks or sexual assault.”
“You tell him, girlfriend,” my new bestie encouraged.
Elden’s nostrils flared … he was pissed, which was fine since I was absolutely furious.
“Men shouldn’t rape women, but they still will because, you know, boys will be boys,” I continued, almost shouting now. “So women should do everything in their power to make sure they’re not raped. Even though there is no such thing as doing everything in your power to not get raped.”
I angrily swiped away the tears running down my cheeks.
“And even if they get caught, these fucking good old boys won’t do shit.” I gestured at the various officers around who had stopped to watch the show.
I guessed it could be considered funny to watch a playboy bunny shout at a biker.
But nothing, nothing about this was funny.
“You can do everything right, and still, one night you’re having fun, like you should be allowed to do, and then some fucker with a powerful father and enough connections can do what he wants, and no one fucking punishes him,” I screamed. “And then when I see him at the bar and decide to do what these assholes didn’t, I’m the one who gets arrested!” I threw my hands up in the air, returning my gaze to Elden. “But sure, blame it all on me for putting on some fucking bunny ears.”