My Kind Of Bad

Chapter 3

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Neera hissed.

She couldn’t believe Elizabeth’s gall. The damn woman had suggested that Kurt the bouncer take her home. Neera wanted to sink through the floor in embarrassment. Not only had Kurt saved her from a group of spoiled rich boys but he had protected her from gunfire and now was saying he would see her safely home.

She was getting her life back on track, trying to show that she was strong on her own. But everything that had happened in the last couple of hours wasn’t helping her at all.

“What?” Elizabeth looked the least apologetic person Neera had ever seen. “He’s pretty hot and you’re clearly into him.” She smirked. “You should make the most of this.”

“I didn’t come here to pick up a guy!”

This was turning into a disaster. Neera had thought it was going to be a good night out with a couple of friends. Instead it had become a nightmare and Neera felt mortified that the sexiest man in the room had seen it all.

And the fact she was looking at Kurt and thinking about s*x was making it worse.

“You need someone to help loosen you up.” Petra slid around the booth on the leather seat and nudged her. “I’m sure you can think of something to do.”

Neera wasn’t that naive. She knew exactly what Petra was alluding to.

“I’m not like you, Petra. I don’t do one-night stands.”

“But you do need someone to help you wind down.” Elizabeth pointed out. She looked towards the door Kurt had left through. “I’m sure Kurt can oblige. If he looked at me the way he looked at you I would be jumping him right here and now. Any woman would kill to have a man look at them like they wanted to eat them.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Neera could feel the rippling of jealousy in her belly and shoved it away. She had no hold over the man, so the jealousy was unfounded. “I’m not fu*king the guy.”

“But you’d like to.” Elizabeth countered.

Neera opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out. She could feel her cheeks getting warm. Biting her lip Neera looked away. Petra gave a loud squeal.

“She does! She’s going red! She does want to fu*k him!”

“Shut up!” Neera slapped her friend’s arm. “Could you keep your voice down?”

“Sorry.”

But Petra didn’t look apologetic. She was still giving Neera a smirk and high-fiving Elizabeth. Neera groaned and buried her face in her hands.

“I hate you two.”

“Liar.” Petra nudged Neera again and lowered her voice to a loud whisper. “Here he comes.”

Neera looked up and saw Kurt walking across the room towards them. He was now carrying a black gym bag over one shoulder, his long black coat having been replaced with a dark brown leather parka. Neera gulped. The man just exuded an extreme s*x appeal she had never encountered before.

She was going to be in trouble if she was left in the room with him alone.

Kurt joined them, seeming to tower over them.

“Sorry about that, my boss just wanted an update.” He looked at Neera. “You ready to go.”

“I…”

Neera tried to protest but Petra prodded her in the side and Elizabeth kicked her under the table. Rubbing at her shin she glared at her friends but they put on innocent expressions. Knowing she wasn’t going to get out of this, Neera sighed and looked up at Kurt, who was watching the interaction with some amusement.

“Yeah, I’m good to go.”

“Call us when you get back.” Elizabeth made a phone sign with her hand, her eyes glinting. “Or when you’re available.”

Neera glared at her and tried to ignore the throbbing between her legs. Somehow her body was thinking too far ahead when all Neera wanted to do was go home.

Kurt took her arm and led her out the back way. Neera was grateful for that. She didn’t really want to face those disgusting men again; that was more than enough humiliation for one night. It reminded her of times when she was at college and the rich students were mean to her just because she came with a scholarship and not with money.

Neera was glad to be rid of it.

They stepped out into a side street. All Neera could see down the street were bikes. She looked around.

“Where’s your car?”

“I didn’t come by car.” Kurt pointed. “That’s my ride.”

Neera looked where he was pointing and saw the Harley Davidson motorbike parked in a designated spot. She whistled. She wasn’t a bike enthusiast but she knew a good bike when she saw one.

“Cool ride.”

She approached it and walked around, taking in the sleek form. She had never sat on a motorbike, let alone gone for a ride on one.

There was a stamp sprayed onto the side of the bike. It looked like a D mixed in with a J in a circle. Neera peered at it.

“What’s this?”

“It’s the stamp of the DuJour MC group.”

Neera froze. MC. Motorcycle Club. She shot up straight and stared at Kurt, who stood on the sidewalk watching her with a stony expression.

“Oh, God, you’re part of a biker gang?”

“You’re not scared of me now, are you?”

Neera gulped. She had heard a lot of things about bikers. They were big, mean and used a lot of muscle. They were not nice people. But while Kurt was big and had the tattoos that seemed to be part and parcel of being a biker – not to mention the muscles – but he wasn’t mean. He didn’t seem to be the stereotypical biker.

“I’ve not come across a biker before.” She admitted, gripping at the strap on her bag. “But what I’ve heard isn’t great.”

“You obviously haven’t met the DuJour lot.” Kurt stepped off the sidewalk and approached her. Neera stopped herself from backing away. Kurt stepped in close and his expression softened. “We’re good guys. I’m not going to hurt you, Neera.”

Neera knew that. He had had plenty of opportunities to do that. The man had protected her from the rich bas*ards in the club and then from the shooting. He wouldn’t hurt her. She nodded.

“Just don’t go too fast.”

Kurt grinned. And he went from handsome to devastatingly gorgeous. And Neera felt like she was going to melt.

“No problem.”