She walked into her condo, immediately locking the door as she always did. After sending a quick text to Elliott letting him know she was safely home, she went into her bathroom and turned on the water in the tub. Walking into her massive walk-in closet she stripped off her clothes, reached for her robe on the back of the door and walked back into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror her mind was racing with the recent conversation she had with Elliott and Clay. Washing her make-up off she continued to think about Ethan Zobelle, and the more pissed off she got. She had been in Charming a little over a week and it appeared that the most hated man in the town was possibly seeking her out. It didn't make sense why Zobelle would have any interest in her. Refusing to give this sick freak another minute in her thoughts, she quickly went to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine and headed back to enjoy her bath. Pinning her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head, she dropped her robe on the counter and slipped into the steaming bath. Sinking down into the water Olivia could instantly feel her tense muscles relax. Being summoned to the SAMCRO clubhouse was not what she was expecting to happen tonight while having dinner with Tara. She saw first hand how serious their demeanor was compared to how relaxed everyone was at the barbeque. It actually eased her mind knowing that if she did have any problems with Zobelle that she could call on them. Closing her eyes and laying back in the tub she slowly let the nights events leave her mind only to have two dark chocolate eyes appear behind her closed ones. Ever since she had been formally introduced to Happy, he had been ever so easily invading her thoughts. They had only been in each others presence a handful of times, shared one real conversation and formed a routine of staring at each other ending with their parting "nod". As odd as it was, she found herself completely at ease with the biker. She knew nothing about him except what little Tara had shared with her the night she met him. His mom is the only biological family he has and she is currently battling cancer. He's extremely private, never speaks unless spoken to and from what Tara said is beyond lethal. Thinking about what Happy is dealing with brings back memories of watching her own father battle cancer and unfortunately losing his life to the disease. Taking a sip of her wine, she fights back the tears that were about to fall and closes her eyes. Again, those chocolate brown eyes were there, almost haunting her.
*****Once Tara and Olivia left the clubhouse, everyone regrouped for church. With Elliott's news on Zobelle appearing to be circling his business associate, the need to rid Charming of the racist bastard was more important than ever. Knowing they couldn't just take him out, the club was just now not feeling the heat of the Feds, the decision was made to discretely gather intel and learn his routine. Taking things slowly in ending Zobelle worked best for the club at the moment with the gun deal they currently had with Laroy. With the prospects having the least visible role within the club, Clay thought it was in their best interest to have them keep tabs on Zobelle while the others handled the gun distribution. The clubs normal routine was completely altered until the deal with Laroy was complete: hard drinking was put on hold, everyone remained close to the clubhouse when not dropping off the product and crow eaters and sweet butts were banned. Everyone had to be on their game to ensure this gun deal happened. No mistakes could be made and it was voted that everyone's sole focus was this deal.
Happy grabbed another beer from the bar and made his way to his room. Needing a hot shower, he stripped off his clothes, throwing everything in the corner, he stepped under the steaming water. Standing under the shower head his mind wondered back over the days events. Everything in regards to getting product delivered to Laroy was right on target. The delivery system they had designed worked perfectly today. As long as everyone stayed alert, this deal with Laroy was as good as done. Rubbing his hands over his face his mind now focused on the other thing that was continually taking up his thoughts, Olivia Parker. For a woman who he really knew nothing about his thoughts were starting to be consumed by her. It had shocked the hell out of him that he not only approached her today in the diner but he willingly sat down and had a conversation with her. Granted, the conversation didn't cover every word in Webster's dictionary, but considering he's usual "conversation" with a woman consisted of "Get the fuck out" or "Time to roll bitch", his talk with Olivia could be considered ground breaking. It wasn't like their discussion covered anything personal about either one of them, just random talk, but again he had sat there, on his own doing and liked it. He enjoyed it so much, it had him grinning on the ride back to Charming. Him grinning….Happy never grinned, smirked maybe but never grinned. Stepping out of the shower and drying off, he pulled on some boxers, brushed his teeth and turned out the light. Laying down on the bed, he pulled the comforter up to his waist and turned off the lamp. Laying there in the dark he thought about how she didn't seem scared or nervous around him. She looked him directly in his eyes when she spoke to him or was listening to him, she even smiled at him a few times. As crazy as it was, he felt normal around her, well as normal as a man like himself could feel around someone, especially a woman. Closing his eyes, he could see her lips, full and perfect. "Shit" thought Happy. Was he really laying here in bed thinking about a woman he just met? This is not who he is. He doesn't fantasize about women. If he sees one he wants, he gets her. All he has to do is nod. But Olivia Parker was no crow eater, she wasn't some sweet butt that hung around the club. No, Olivia Parker was a woman with an obvious successful career (from what he had heard from Jax), independent, and undoubtedly confident considering she seemed unfazed by their encounters. This wasn't the type of woman who would have any desire or interest in a biker, especially one who enjoyed his role within his club as the enforcer. Forcing his mind from lusting after a certain brunette, he let sleep claim him.
Tuesday morning….
Having gone to bed before 10pm, she woke up refreshed, arriving at the jobsite before Elliott. She made the decision before she fell asleep last night that she would not let Ethan Zobelle interfere in her life even if it meant adjusting her routine to avoid a possible run in at her new favorite coffee shop. For the next few weeks she would start her day at the construction site and end the day at the her office. She was pleased to get the final site plan from the surveyor and to learn that the roads were going in as scheduled. Although it was only her second day on this project, she couldn't help but be pleased with how everything was coming together. She looked at her watch seeing it was now just after noon. Updating Elliott on everything, she started to make her way back over to her car and back to Charming. Knowing once she got back to the office she wouldn't want to leave, she decided to stop in at Ralph's. Pulling into the parking lot, she grabbed her purse and went inside.
"Hi there sweetheart! Beamed Ralph from behind the counter.
"Hi there yourself. Had a craving for a salad so I thought I stop in. How are you today?" Olivia asked sitting down on a stool at the bar.
"Just fine. Elliott was in for breakfast. Said everything with the new neighborhood is going well."
"Yes, it is. Hoping we'll continue to have good luck with it. I have a feeling you'll be seeing me on a daily basis for the next few months. Maybe I could talk you into adding a spinach salad to your menu." smiled Olivia at the older gentleman.
"If you promise to keep showing your pretty face here everyday, I'll give you your spinach salad."
"I knew you're a good man."
Checking her text messages and checking in with Christy, Olivia sat at the bar making small talk with Helen and Ralph while she ate her salad. Hearing the sudden roar of a motorcycle, she felt her stomach do a familiar flip. Believing there was no way that she was about to have a "déjà vu" moment with a certain sexy biker she continued her conversation with Helen and resisted the urge to turn and see if it was him. She quickly learned the answer. It was.
"Hap, how ya doing?" Asked Ralph heading back into the kitchen.
"Fine, just my usual Helen." was all he said as he sat down at the booth directly behind her.
He was on his way up north to supervise the mid-day shipment when he saw the diner come into sight. Justifying he was stopping because he was hungry, he refused to allow the grin to form on his face when he saw her black SUV. After the excess amount of sleep he got last night he was refocused with his total attention on the gun deal, he was not going to let a certain brunette cloud his thoughts.
She sat there for a minute watching Helen go about her duties, seeing Ralph in the kitchen preparing his "usual" and for reasons she couldn't explain she turned, stood up from her stool and walked over to his table, sitting down directly across from him.
"Hi"
He heard her voice as he was watching the cars go by on the highway.
And nothing. He simply turned and looked straight at her not saying a word. Staring back at him, Olivia remembered Tara telling her that Happy was extremely quite, almost mute like. Someone had a better chance of being hit by lightening than to get him to have a conversation.
"Rough morning?" Olivia asked. In the few seconds sitting in front of the overly silent biker, she all but concluded that he had zero interest in her. She didn't want to brag, but most men at least tried to flirt with her. Most men, actually any man she had encountered didn't have a clue as to how to get her attention. Men would treat her as some prize they won and never would acknowledge she had a brain. Somehow in an extremely short amount of time, the man sitting across from her had managed to get her attention, regardless of the denial she had in her own head. Deciding it was a lost cause to sit there any longer, she got up.
"Well, you have a good afternoon." and she walked back to the counter. Grabbing her purse and putting some cash down for her check, she waived to Helen and Ralph then walked out the door. "Yep, definitely not that biker's type. I'll just pretend that didn't just happen" thought Olivia as she went to open her door. Throwing her purse in the passenger seat, she buckled up, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Mortified.
He did his best to not show that he was watching her leave. He honestly wasn't prepared for her sit down across from him. He was a fucking ass. She simply said "hi" and he didn't even respond. He just sat there staring at her. To say that over the years he had perfected the detached, unemotional, completely stoic look was correct. There were times when his brothers couldn't even read what his reaction was. To anyone who didn't know him, he was just a hard ass biker. Truthfully, he was caught off guard with Olivia approaching him. Women like her ran from him, usually terrified. They didn't sit down across from him attempting to talk to him. Aside from his mom, he couldn't remember the last woman he had a conversation with. The women who flocked to him almost always had bleached blond hair, fake tits, wore little clothing and had the intelligence of a brick. Feeling his phone vibrate, he snapped out of his current thought.
"Yeah."
"You close?' asked Koz.
"Just at the diner. Anything wrong?"
"No, drop went fine. I'm heading down. You headin' out?"
"How far out are ya?
"About thirty minutes."
"I'll wait for ya."
Laying some bills down on the table, Hap nods to Ralph and walks out of the diner. Making a quick call to his mom's care center to get his daily update, he sees Koz pull into the parking lot.
"Brother, if the drops keep going as smooth as today, we should have no trouble with his deal." Koz smiled taking off his helmet. "You heading back to Charming?"
"Goin' go surprise mom. Not expecting me til' Sunday. Op's doing the late drop so I'm free." stated Hap as he reached for his helmet.
"I'll let ya go. See ya when you get back."
Hap started his bike and gave the customary nod to his brother. Heading out onto the highway, he knew his mom would love having a surprise visit. Pleased that she was doing well with this round of chemo, he wanted to make sure she stayed in good spirits and for reasons he didn't understand, he knew his visits always made her day. An hour later he walked into the care center and immediately found his mom's doctor. Being assured her body was responding well to this round of chemo, he made his way to her suite. Slowly opening her door, he saw her sitting in a chair by the window cross stitching. With a partial smile now on his face, he stood there waiting for her to notice him.
"Well, isn't this a surprise! How long have you been here?" asked Sofia completely shocked to see her son standing in her door."Just got here. How ya doing ma?" as he leaned in kissing her on the cheek.
"Just fine. How did I rate this surprise? Are you okay?" Sofia asked now concerned why her son was visiting earlier in the week than his normal visit.
"Nothing's wrong. Was up this way, had some extra time so I thought I'd drop in on you." He said with a genuine smile on his face. For the next few hours they talked and enjoyed an afternoon walk through the gardens. Happy's adoration and love for his mom had only grown since she found out she was sick. His mom was both parents for him growing up after his father split when he was little. She worked two jobs to make sure they kept their home and had food on the table. When he got in trouble as a teen, she always came for him, never showing disappointment. She simply loved and took care of him. Now it was his turn to return what she had always given him. Walking back inside he noticed her bridge group was setting up.
"You think you'll win today?" he asked nodding over to the game room.
"I know I will. Are you still coming by on Sunday?"
"Be here at lunch." kissing her on her forehead.
"I love you, son. Be safe." Sofia smiled as she kissed her son on the cheek.
Watching her beloved son walk down the hall, she couldn't help feeling such pride in the man he had grown into. She knew of his affiliation with SAMCRO and to some degree understood that he led a different life than most men. What did make her sad was that her son had never found love with a woman. She would admit that her son was not the "typical man" and it would take a very special woman to capture her son's heart. She would ask him about his private life (aka "love life") with him responding that he didn't have a heart, so she would drop it. It didn't stop her from praying that somehow, someway there was a woman out there that could and would love him for the man that he is.
Being in the office by herself was allowing her to actually get ahead on paperwork. Christy was out running errands and Elliott was up at the job site. Sending a quick text to Christy, she grabbed her purse and headed to the bank. Driving down the street she noticed Ethan Zobelle walking into the coffee shop. "Damn it" I could so use an iced coffee thought Olivia. With her recent two run ins and the flowers she knew it was best to ignore her coffee need and continue on to the bank. Taking her wallet out her purse, she locked her car and walked into the bank. With only two tellers working there were several people in front of her. Patiently waiting she was surprised to hear her name.
"Ms. Parker, how are you today?" Anthony Weston asked smiling.
"Good, how are you?" now moving toward the teller window.
"Good. Mark called me yesterday about seeing a few listings tomorrow."
"That's great. Mark is a excellent agent, very knowledgeable with the area. You're in great hands." said Olivia looking back at Weston.
"I'm sure he'll find exactly what I'm looking for. I understand you're also a decorator? I would be interested in hiring you to help with the decorating once I find something."
"I'm not really taking on any new clients. The project I'm currently working on takes up all my time. Thank you for the offer though. Have a great afternoon." said Olivia putting her deposit ticket in her wallet and heading for the door.
AJ Weston stood there watching her walk out the door. "She's perfect" he thought as he took in every inch of her. "Probably head strong and defiant but she can be broken". Taking out his phone he send a quick text.
"Just made contact with Ms. Parker at the bank." Hitting send he put the phone back in his pocket and made his way out the door and to his car.
Walking back into the office, Christy let her know that Tristan was in her office. "An what brings you by today?" smiled Olivia.
"Coach is sick, so practice was called off. Christy came and picked me up. How are you?"
"I'm good. Just got back from the bank. You working on homework?"
"No, just drawing." said Tristan focusing back on her paper. Olivia walked over now standing behind Tristan.
"Did you draw all of these?" Olivia asked amazed at how talented the young girl was.
"Yeah, art has always been my favorite subject? Do you think they're good?"
"Uh, yeah, I'd say better than good. I'm going to start working on the décor for the model home, how would you like to help me?"
"I would love that!"
"I'll talk to your dad tomorrow and make sure it's okay. Is Christy taking you home?"
"Yeah, I better go see if she's ready." walking over to hug Olivia "Thanks for asking me to help you!"
"You're welcome. You and Christy be careful." hugging Tristan back.
Walking out into the lobby to lock the door once Christy and Tristan left, she decided she take advantage of momentarily caught up and leave for the day. Sending a quick text to Tara, she turned off the lights and walked to her car.
"Could use a margarita…you up for girls night (again…hopefully uninterrupted)?" O
Making her way home, she opened the door looking through today's mail. Victoria Secret catalog, Pottery Barn catalog, credit card application. Putting the mail on the counter, she made her way into the bedroom to change. Hearing her phone chirp, she pulled it out of her bag.
"Sounds good. Meet me and Lyla at the clubhouse in an hour." T
The clubhouse? Remembering how mortified she felt this morning after Happy all but ignored her existence, the last place she wanted to be was anywhere he was. Silently cursing Tara for choosing the meeting place, she finished getting ready. Dressed in her favorite jeans, a new off the shoulder peasant top and her cork wedge heels she put in her favorite silver hoops and cuff bracelet. Satisfied her wavy hair and make-up was okay, she grabbed her purse and headed out. "Please God don't let him be here" she thought as she made her way over to T-M.
The morale at the T-M clubhouse was soaring. So far they hadn't experienced any problems with the gun transfers, all SONS were accounted for and from what they could tell, the Feds had backed off. Life was good for SAMCRO. Tig, Chibs and Juice were arguing over who had actually just won at pool, Bobby was sitting at the bar reading today's paper and Koz who had shown up earlier today was showing Johnny, the prospect the correct way to play darts.
"Have to say, these drops are going easier than I thought they'd go." said Jax turning his bottle up.
"Just have to stay focused and keep everyone in line. No fuck ups. You heading home?" asked Clay.
"Na, hanging here. Tara's going to dinner with Lyla since Op's doing the evening run. Feel bad her night got interrupted last night. Besides wanna watch Chibs take Koz's money. Wanna get in on some poker?"
"Boy, you know I'll wipe the floor with all of you. Let me go see my queen. Deal me in though." Clay said smirking.
Seeing her sitting at her desk looking over invoices, Clay opened the door smiling at his wife. "Hey baby." Gemma said tilting her head to accept his kiss. "Hey yourself. Guys have called a poker game, what's your plan?"
"Big plans, have a date for a mani / pedi. You wanna come?"
"Fuck no. Text me when you head home and I'll meet ya. Maybe we can repeat this morning."
"You can count on it. I'm leaving in ten. See ya soon." Clay stood up, kissed his wife and walked back into the clubhouse. Heading over to the bar he watched the prospects setting up for poker.
"How ya doing doll?" Clay asked Lyla as she walked in the door.
"Not bad. How are you?" Lyla smile still somewhat uncomfortable being around the SONS without Opie with her.
"Not bad myself. You waiting on Tara?"
"Yeah, she should be here shortly." turning she saw Tara come through the door.
"Hey. Sorry I'm late. Wanted to give Abel his bath so Neeta didn't have to. You look pretty."
"Thanks. I like your hair up." Lyla said admiring Tara's thick hair. "You ready? I'm so ready to eat."
"I hope you don't mind, I asked Olivia to join us. She text earlier saying she needed a margarita."
"No, it's fine. She seems really nice. A margarita sounds really good right now."
"No shit. My surgery schedule right now is crazy, but I'm off until Thursday, so I'm taking advantage tonight." laughed Tara at Tig and Koz acting like two year olds over who's better at darts.
"Hey babe. How was your day?" Jax asked kissing Tara.
"Crazy, but I'm off until Thursday, so margarita's here I come. We're just waiting on Olivia to get here."
"Olivia's coming. That's good. Sorry your night got fucked up last night."
"I'm just glad she knows how crazy Zobelle really is. You think he'll try something with her?" Tara asked worried for her best friends safety.
"Can't say for sure. Clay and I were talking earlier about needing to find out who all he has with him. Need to know who works for him." Jax said playing with her earring.
Parking her car, she hesitantly got out praying again that a certain biker was not here. Scanning the lot, she wasn't sure which bike was his. "Like I could tell one bike from another" she thought as she turned the knob and opened the door. She prayed this visit was less serious than last night. Walking in she let her eyes adjust to the room, spotting Tara standing with Jax at the bar. Smiling she made her way over.
With his shot lined up, Koz was just about to knock in the winning shot, when he looked up seeing the door open. He scratched. "Fucker thanks for the cash." laughed Juice at Koz's screwed up shot.
"Who the fuck is that?" asked Koz staring at the brunette who just walked in.
"That's Olivia, Tara's friend." replied Juice. Watching Koz look like drool was about to pour from his open mouth, he had to laugh. "Dude you have a better chance of Tig voting you in than getting anywhere near her."
"She a stuck up bitch or something?" questioned the blond biker.
"Nah, just out of your league."
"No woman is out of my league. Watch and learn pussy." spoke a confident Koz making his way over to the bar.
"Sorry I'm a little late."
"You're not. I just got here myself. Bad day?"
"Just weird. Really need a margarita or twenty." Olivia laughed somewhat uneasy about being at the clubhouse hoping Happy wasn't here. "Hi Lyla, how are you?"
"Good, how about yourself?" asked the blond.
"Good, I'll be better once I get a drink."
Tara walked away from Olivia and Lyla to let Jax know they were leaving. "Babe, we're leaving. I'll text you on our way back."
"Be careful. I'll wait for ya here. Love you." Jax said kissing Tara on the lips.
"Love you too. Try not to lose to much money." Tara said winking at him as she turned away.
While standing there making small talk Lyla noticed Koz staring at Olivia and watched him walk toward them.
"Lyla, looking forwarding to the wedding?" asked the spike hair biker.
"Yeah, just trying to get it planned."
Turning to Olivia, Kox extended his hand. "Koz, nice to meet you."
Not expecting to meet any new members, she extends her hand to his. "Olivia Parker."
"Liv, you ready?" asked Tara quickly cutting off Koz.
"Yeah. Koz, it's nice to meet you." said the brunette making her way to the door with Lyla and Tara. "We can take my car." spoke Olivia motioning to her vehicle.
"I'll drive. I'm still on an antibiotic so I can't drink anyway. Let's go, I'm ready for a burrito."
Back in the clubhouse the guys were settling in for their night of poker. "Okay, someone please tell me that she's doesn't belong to anyone?" begged Koz. "I fuckin want her."
"Like she'd give you the time of day."
"Bobby, bitches can't resist me. I'll have her on her knees before next week." Koz said raising his bottle. "You can count on it."
"Olivia ain't no bitch and sure as hell ain't no crow eater." Jax said dealing the cards. "A woman like her won't take to or fuck a biker."
"All she needs is one round with me." throwing some money down on the table, he looked over to see Hap come in. "Killa, you finally showed up. Everything good?"
"Yeah." Happy nodded acknowledging everyone while heading to his dorm to shower. Grabbing a beer on the way, he had it emptied as he walked in his dorm.
An hour into dinner, the three women seemed to have laughed more than anything. Olivia and Tara both seemed to have found a new appreciation for strawberry margaritas, and Lyla was truly enjoying watching the two "career" women let their hair down.
"Oh my god, what was that guys name that you went home with from the bar that night?" a somewhat buzzed Tara asked her friend.
"Let's not bring that up. So he was somewhat younger, he was legal. Hope he learned some skills though. That was one night I'd like to forget." Olivia said waving to the bartender for two more.
"You two are hilarious. I would have never believed either of you had a wild side."
"Lyla, my dear, you have no idea. My girl Tara just plays the innocent girl. She's really a badass underneath that white coat." laughed Olivia at Tara's shocked face. "Oh, you know you are don't even try to deny it."
"I have to be. This life is hard even during the good times." a more serious Tara spoke. "I wouldn't change it for anything though."
"Lyla, how are the wedding plans going?" asked Olivia moving the umbrella out of her drink. "Do you have your dress yet?"
"No I haven't even started looking for a dress yet. I haven't really started planning anything. I just want it to be simple and match our personalities." gushed the bride to be.
"Your wedding should be about you and Opie. So many people try to make a wedding more than it needs to be and it only makes it gaudy." Olivia said sipping on her fourth margarita.
"Have you ever been married?" asked Lyla almost causing Olivia to spit out her drink.
"Noooooo. Never been married, never plan on getting married." said the brunette to the stunned blond.
"Don't believe in marriage? Sorry, that's personal you don't have to answer that."
"No, it's okay. Marriage is great and I totally believe in it. It's just not for me." Olivia said giggling at a buzzed Tara.
"You really don't ever see yourself married? What about kids? Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that."
"Lyla, it's okay." reaching out touching her hand to ease her embarrassment. "I've never had the desire to have children. I don't have that in me. I like kids, just don't want to have any of my own. In regards to marriage, with my less than stellar track record choosing the right men, I'm not marriage material."
"I find it hard to believe that no man would want to marry you. You're beautiful, smart, with a great career. What man wouldn't love you?" asked Lyla while still eating her burrito.
"You'd be surprised. Every man I've ever dated has wanted to either control me or couldn't handle me being independent. Plus I have a real problem with being cheated on, so that always caused issues." Olivia said shocked that Tara ordered another round of drinks.
"I'm so going to wear Jax out tonight!" giggled the doctor drinking her fifth margarita. "Man's not goin know what hit him when I get through with him."
Olivia and Lyla busted out laughing hearing the normally subdued Tara talking about Jax. Finishing yet another round of drinks, they paid the tab and Lyla managed to get both women in the car. Riding back to the clubhouse all three women were singing at the top of their lungs to bad 80's music.
"Damn it, I lost again!" Koz said shoving back from the table. "I'm out. Fucker took all my money."
"Shouldn't play with the big boys Koz. You lose every damn time, boy!" smirked Chibs counting his winnings. "We dealing again?"
"Hap, you want in since Koz is broke?" Tig asked.
Happy simply nodded grabbing his beer and sitting down at the table. After a few more hands, Bobby noticed headlights in one of the windows.
"Prospect, go see who's out there." Opening the door, Johnny saw that it was Lyla's car parking.
"It's the girls. Ugh, they all seem pretty hammered." said Johnny enjoying the view. Walking back over to the bar, he put on a pot of coffee just in case. A few minutes later Tara opened the door, still singing the last song on the radio with Lyla and Olivia following. Lyla lingered back making sure that Olivia made it in safely, still laughing at the two women.
"JAAAAAX! Hi there!" slurred Tara eyeing Jax like he was the last chocolate bar on Earth. "Whatcha doing?" as she slowly made her way over to sit on his lap.
"Poker, baby. You have fun tonight?" enjoying seeing Tara so carefree.
"Yep, had a few drinks." Looking over toward Lyla and Olivia who just walked in, "we can make more margaritas here!" she all but squealed at the thought.
Bobby, Chips, Tig and even Happy couldn't help but laugh at their VP's old lady, who they had only seen drunk a handful of times, usually after some club drama. Not paying attention to the door due to having to make sure Tig wasn't cheating, he didn't see her walk in.
"Ladies, you two have fun tonight?"
"Hey Bobby. These two have been very entertaining. Is Op back yet?" Lyla asked hoping her fiance was back safely from the night gun drop.
"He checked in about thirty minutes ago. Everything's fine. He said he's running by the cabin to check on Piney and for you to stay here until he gets here." Tig said trying to look at Chib's hand.
"I'm out" Happy said dropping his hand on the table. Picking up his beer he was in mid swallow when he saw her. Sexy as ever and from the looks of it, drunk. He watched her make her way over to the bar to help Tara watch the prospect fix their drinks. Trying to refocus on the game, he kept watching her out of the corner of his eye. "Damn what is it about this bitch!" thought the biker as he waited for his hand. She and Lyla were now laughing at something Tara just said causing the prospect to join in with them. He had to admit, something about this woman had him paying attention. Seeing he had a good hand, he put his focus back on the game to win his money back from the round he had just lost.
For the next two hours, the girls "experimented" in making drinks while the guys enjoyed endless rounds of poker. Olivia couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun, granted the alcohol was helping but still she was having fun with not a care in the world. All the guys had approached her during the evening and had been as friendly as they were at the barbeque. Wondering what Tara was staring at, she turned around on her stool.
"God he's sexy." the now very drunk doctor stated. Now knowing what her friend was looking at, she started to turn back around when she met two dark chocolate eyes starting back at her. "Shit Shit Shit" was screaming in her head. In her current drunken state, she had actually forgot about what happened earlier at the diner with Happy. Now here she sat in the same room with the man who ignored her this morning, silently letting her know he wasn't interested. Thankfully she heard the prospect ask her if she wanted another drink so she turned back around.
"Yes, she'll take one!" Tara said almost yelling at the prospect.
"Make me just one more…promise….just one more." wondering in her head if she sounded as drunk as she was. "Where's the restroom?"
"Go down that hall and it's the last door on the right." Lyla said still laughing at her two drunk dinner companions.
Easing off her stool so she didn't end up on the floor, she made her way past the bar and continued down the hall. The hall was somewhat dark and had doors lining both sides. Finally making it to the end of the longest hall she felt she had ever walked down, she opened the door and went in. Washing her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was hoping that she was drunk enough not to pay any attention to a certain biker who kept floating around in her head. Whatever it was that she had felt each time she was near him was let go after his response to her today at the diner, or better yet lack of. Nope, she didn't chase men, never had, never will.
He had just lost another hand not to mention fifty bucks. He saw her get up and walk toward the bathroom. He couldn't turn to watch her walk without the guys knowing. "I'm out." he said getting up and going toward the hall. He knew she had to have went into the restroom. Slowly making his way down the hall, he realized he had no idea what he was doing or why he was following her. He just did. Hearing the water turn off, he stood against the wall. She checked her appearance one last time and reached for the door. Opening it she turned left to head back down the hall when she sensed something behind her. With no inhibition "thank you tequila" she turned around and found herself standing chest to chest with Happy. Grabbing onto his arms to steady herself, she slowly looked up. Staring back at her were those damn two chocolate brown eyes that had been haunting her lately.
He saw her carefully walk out of the bathroom and turn toward the bar. He didn't make a sound but she felt something to make her turnaround. As soon as he saw her start to turn he moved right behind her and caught her with his hands on either side of her waist as she looked up at him. Two emerald green well glazed over eyes stared back at him. He moved his hands more around to her lower back and watched her. She didn't flinch. She didn't pull away. She just stared back up at him. He saw her swallow and looked from her eyes down to her lips. Turning her so that her back was now pressed against the wall between the hall bath and Chib's room, he slowly lowered his head, staring into her eyes and put his lips over hers.
She couldn't take her eyes off of his. It was if she was in a trance and couldn't look away. She could feel his arms move around her waist and feel that they were slightly pressed against each other. Her heartbeat was now in her ears and she felt the same tingle she had felt when they first officially met. Something in her brain even though she was drunk registered that she was standing in a dark hallway of an outlaw biker club with a man she had met a week ago. But all she cared about right now looking at his lips was what they would feel like against hers. She didn't even realize he had turned her against the wall. She felt his hands slowly sliding up her back up to her neck as he got closer to her. She watched him go from looking in her eyes to watching her lips and back up again. His hands were now on either side of her cheeks as she felt his lips touch hers.
Everything stopped. He held either side of her face in his hands as his lips kissed her. She tasted like cherries and her lips felt incredibly soft. He felt her hands move to his chest, but she didn't attempt to push him away. She moved each hand slowly over his chest kissing him back. Leaning in closer to her his tongue traced her bottom lip as he felt her open her mouth more. Feeling her move closer to him, he slanted his head and slowly slid his tongue inside her mouth. He heard her softly moan which did him in. As he kissed her thoroughly he felt her tongue slowly moving with his. "Fuck this feels good" he thought as he moved his right hand down her back and pressed her more into him. With one hand gripping his t-shirt her other hand had made it's way up to the back of his neck. There was no space between them, no noise except her quite moans and his now ringing cell phone. Not registering the phone until the fourth ring, he groaned slowing down the kiss until his lips just lingered against hers. With their foreheads resting against each others she opened her eyes to find him staring back at her. He reached down into his pocket for the phone pulling it out.
"WHAT!"