Chapter Six

Sarah stared at Jax, totally stunned. No way he could possibly want to take her home. Guys who looked like this either had supermodel girlfriends, or they were man-whores who banged anything that moved. Since she was no supermodel, she had a pretty good idea what Jax was all about. He wanted a quick fuck, and he thought that she was an easy mark: alone on his turf and unattractive enough to be pathetically grateful for any bit of attention thrown her way.

And here you thought he was actually a nice guy, a guy who’d hang out with you a bit and then send you on your way. Wrong again, girl. Will you ever see men for who and what they really are?

She stepped back, and Jax paused at the look on her face. He had never seen that expression when he started to make his moves on a woman. They usually got all flushed and glittery in the eyes; they also never moved away. But Sarah just looked annoyed and angry, and she put another foot of space between them.

“Hey,” he said, confused at her reaction. “Where are you going?”

“Home,” she said. “Alone.”

He simply could not comprehend what the fuck was going on here. It was if she was speaking a foreign language.

“You don’t – you won’t come back inside?” he said. “Spend some time with me in one of the crash rooms?”

He was taken aback when a look of disgust flashed over her face.

“No,” she said. “It was fun, Jax, but as I told you when you first sat down: I’m not your type. Sorry you wasted your evening trying to prove me wrong. Take care.”

Sarah turned and walked away, heading across the parking lot. Jax watched her go, watched that amazing ass move farther away from him, and he just felt complete bewilderment.

Did I just get rejected by a chick?

Well, he couldn’t stand out there all night with his fucking jaw on the ground. He turned, and went back into the bar. The guys looked up at him in astonishment.

“Did you forget something?” King asked.

“Nope,” Jax said.

“So… what are you doing back here?”

“I work here, King.”

“Yeah, off and on. And where’s Red?”

“Gone.” Jax was aiming for who-gives-a-fuck, and failing miserably.

“Wait one hot minute,” Mac said. “She turned you down? Jesus. I like her more and more all the time.”

Jax glared at him.

“Holy crap,” Aidan said. “You get your ass handed to you in pool and you go home with blue balls? I never though this night would come, man. Like never ever.”

“Shut it, Aidan,” Jax growled. “Gimme a shot of whiskey.”

He drank it and slammed the glass on the bar, trying to calm the hell down. Jax had never – not once in the whole of his thirty-one years – been turned down by a woman once he’d decided that he wanted to fuck her. Some may put up kind of a token resistance, just for form’s sake so they didn’t feel easy, but really, as soon as they were in his sights, it was all over. One look at his face and his body, and the little panties just slid right off.

OK, sure. She’d told him that he was wasting his time, but come on… that was before they’d started to talk, and before he’d made his move on her. Jax knew all about the ‘play hard to get’ game, and he was a master at getting what he wanted from his female opponents. He never lost. Never.

He glared around the bar, staring at all the women still sitting there drinking, dancing, laughing. Any one of them would go into the back with him. In fact, most of them had done, and most more than once.

And that was when it all fell into place; it suddenly clicked just what he’d done wrong with Sarah. He’d treated her like a regular at his bar, like a woman who was at Dangerous Curves to pick up and be picked up, when in reality, Sarah had been there stone-cold sober with a friend who was in a kind of emotional tailspin. She’d just wandered into his orbit, and he'd acted like she was there with the same agenda that all these women in their leather skirts and no bras had.

Shit, man. If you want to be with her like that, then you’ve got to ask her on a fucking date. With like talking and shit. Maybe a movie? Or dinner? Is that how people date? I haven’t got a fucking clue. Goddamn. You screwed this one up big time, Hamill.

The next thing was, of course, did he want to be with her bad enough to go to all that trouble? And even before he finished asking himself the question, he knew the answer: hell yeah, of course he did.

She was fucking gorgeous, and hot, and sweet, and he didn’t want to just screw her in a bar back room and send her on her merry way. Jax actually wanted her in his bed. Badly. He wanted to clench his hands in that incredible hair, and hold her still and close, so he could watch her stunning face as she came for him. His cock twitched as he thought about those cool eyes glazed with passion and pleasure, gazing up at him while he pushed deep inside that curvy, generous body.

Without a word, Jax got to his feet and bolted for the door again, hoping he wasn’t too late to catch her.

Get her phone number, man. Then ask one of the boys just what the fuck to do next, ‘cause after that, you’re in uncharted territory.