Page 20 of Dangerous Attraction

Flicking my gaze to the booth and the men in question, I nod.

"Yeah, kind of," I mutter, slightly distracted by the men in the booth. Thankfully, they're too busy talking to each other to realize I'm gawking at them.

"Milo's the Sergeant, he keeps everyone in check, and makes sure everyone's doing as they should." My eyes sweep over him, noting the same leather vest every guy in here seems to be wearing. His short, brown hair is messy from running his hands through it while he talks, and the chunky rings littering his fingers glint beneath the lights above him.

"Reeve's role as Enforcer is similar—hence why they work closely—but he mostly ensures everyone's safety and deals with any conflicts or problems we have, inside and outside of the club."

Moving my attention to Liam's brother, my tongue sweeps over my lip as my eyes skate across his muscular arms, which are covered with dark, intricate tattoos. Dragging my gaze away, my eyes travel over his thick neck, past his neatly trimmed beard and full, shapely lips, straight up the slope of his nose, all the way to the unruly wavy hair on his head.

His hair is much darker and slightly longer than the man's beside him, and although the curls are messy, they somehow seem perfectly styled.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to run my fingers through his hair and mess it up.

The thought alone creates a fiery pit inside my stomach and has the muscles in my thighs trembling.

The same prickling sensation I felt when I walked in here earlier spreads across my skin, and my gaze drops slightly, my eyes clashing with his.

He's staring right at me.

Luxe says something beside me, but I'm lost in a daze, trapped in the deep, dark depths of Reeve's intense stare.

My heart pounds inside my chest, loud enough I'm convinced Luxe can hear it, too.

Tearing my eyes away from him, I spin around, lean my back against the bar top, then roll my shoulders back in an attempt to relieve the sudden tension spreading through my body.

"That's a lot of information to try and remember." I sigh.

Luxe chuckles. "Yeah, but the longer you're here, the more you'll learn and understand."

"I thought there'd be more people in the club."

"We have a few more—there's War, the Vice President, then Garrett, who's another prospect, and also a couple more members, but they're not here, and honestly, one of them, you'll never even see."

Chapter Seven

Reeve

I watch in fascination as her tongue peeks out between her lips. Her gaze roams over my body, leaving a heated trail across my skin and goosebumps pebbling my arms.

No longer listening to Milo as he quietly goes over the information about our next shipment, I focus on her eyes. They gradually move up to my face, and when they connect with mine, my jaw clenches.

I wait for her reaction to finding me staring at her, but she seems unfazed.

We watch each other for what feels like minutes—when realistically, it's probably only been a few seconds—before she spins around, facing away from me.

She intrigues me, and I'm still unsure as to why.

Her head tilts back as she laughs at something Luxe says, and my teeth grind in annoyance.

He's been buzzing around her like a fly on shit ever since she got here, and although I know he's harmless and is probably just trying to be nice, it's aggravating me.

"The vein in your neck looks like it's going to burst through your skin," Milo says, nudging me with his arm.

Ignoring him, I continue watching her, as I have done ever since I saw her out the window this morning, jogging toward the clubhouse.

She starts cleaning a glass as Luxe makes his way around the bar, then sits on one of the stools.

"When Liam asked you to keep an eye on her, I don't think he meant it as literally as you seem to be taking it."