Chapter 4 : N*ked

Lexie

“Then tell me, Lex. Lie to my face and tell me you weren't staring.”

I swallowed hard, staring into Dom's big blue eyes as he held my chin between his fingers. His towel sat dangerously low on his waist, and the last thing I needed was to have my eyes wandering down there again.

“I wasn't staring, Dom. Now, if you would excuse me, I need to go and get ready.”

God, why did he have to look so good? Five years ago, I couldn't look him in the eyes, but here I was, trying to convince myself that he was just a normal human being when I knew I was staring at the way his muscles flexed while he wore nothing but a towel. He looked like he had been sculpted by the gods themselves.

“Is that so?” he asked, a cocky grin on his lips. I had always known Dom to be the quiet one, the one who barely talked in the group, but today was an exception. It looked like he had many things to say, and I was ready for it.

“Yes,” I lied, trying to convince myself.

“Then why are your cheeks so red, Lex?”

I swallowed and placed both hands on my cheeks as I felt them burning. Fuck! I was definitely blushing, and I knew he wouldn't let me get away with it.

“Because you're standing right in front of me with nothing on but a fucking towel!”

“That has never stopped you from staring, now, has it?”

My breath hitched when he moved a little closer. Just as I was about to push him away and say something snarky, Rhett beat me to it as he called him downstairs.

“Dom! Aren't you done in the bathroom? I'm coming up!”

Dom turned his head and peered downstairs. It was easy for him to do so with his height towering over me like this. I caught a glimpse of the tattoo resting on his neck. Since when did he have a neck tattoo?

He turned back to face me, and the smile on his face changed to a more serious expression. “I'm not done with you yet,” he said, his eyes trailing to my lips and then back to my eyes.

“Catch you later, Lex.” He winked at me before turning and walking away. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and touched my cheeks with my palms as I tried to calm down.

“Fuck, that was intense.”

A few hours later, I had arrived at the clubhouse, where Rhett had fucking introduced me to the boys. I mean it, all of them… Baron, Derrick, the twins, Hunk and Beck, Ramsey, Kyle, etc. Is this torture or what? How the hell am I supposed to remember all these names?

“Alright, guys, this is my little sister, Lexie. She's going to be managing the clubhouse from now on, so I expect you all to behave yourselves,” Rhett announced, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

I elbowed him in the stomach softly. “I am not your little sister, Rhett. I am twenty-five.”

The boys burst into laughter. “Damn, Rhett! Your sister's got balls!” Baron said, and I smiled sweetly.

“Excuse me?” I asked with a cocked brow. “I certainly do not have balls.”

That earned me another round of laughter, and even Rhett couldn't hold himself back. Baron continued, “I like her!”

“Alright, alright,” he said, raising a hand in surrender. “Everyone, meet your new manager.”

The men cheered, and it made me smile a little. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. I could work diligently, keep my eyes down, and avoid them who shall not be named.

Who was I kidding? This wouldn't work. I was practically standing in the middle of a motorcycle clubhouse filled with men who looked like they could break someone's bones without breaking a sweat. Half of them were covered in tattoos, and the other half looked like they had spent their entire lives lifting weights.

I scanned the crowd, my eyes searching for them. They weren't here at the meeting. Where could they be?

As if the universe had heard me, I caught sight of Christian approaching us with an earphone in his ear while humming a song. He was wearing a black T-shirt and faded jeans, which seemed to bring out his complexion. His blonde hair was slightly messy but looked good on him. He looked devastatingly handsome.

No, nope. Not today, Satan. I was here to work, not to ogle my brother's best friends like some lovesick teenager.

“Christian, my man! Thank God you're here. I was just telling the boys that Lexie is now our new clubhouse manager.”

“Wait, really?” he asked excitedly, pulling the earphones out of his ears.

He looked at me, his grey eyes staring at me as though it meant something. “Well, welcome to the team, Lex. I hope this time you stay.”

“I hope so too,” I said, looking away as quickly as possible. Just staring at him made me feel hot all over.

“You look good, Lex.”

Did he just… compliment me? I didn't know whether to smile or brush it off, but I knew that somewhere in my chest, my heart did a somersault.

“You know what? I'm just going to go…” I said to Rhett before walking away as quickly as possible.

I was already avoiding them because of what happened yesterday. The deal was too shitty to accept. I mean, for them to keep their mouths shut and not tell Rhett about Steve's appearance yesterday, I had to go to dinner with them.

I scoffed. As if! I would never go to dinner with them, not after all they'd known me for was embarrassing myself.

I walked down the hallway, taking note of the interior design and the changes in the clubhouse, when I suddenly started hearing a sound. I moved closer, pressing my ear against the door it was coming from. It sounded like a woman moaning. My hand touched the doorknob as I contemplated whether to open it or avoid it completely. The moment I opened the door, I regretted it because I didn't just see one woman. I saw two, and they were both writhing like chickens beneath Knox, who was butt naked.