Free Making the Cut by Anne Malcom Page A

with mine. His statement was not a question, more like a command.
    I blinked, anger starting to bubble up inside me at being ordered around, but not I was not able to fully get riled after that mind blowing orgasm. Cade was still looking at me expectantly, like he was waiting for some sort of verbal response. I currently wasn’t able to make my brain form coherent words.
    “Oh and baby? We are going to talk about why the fuck you damn near fainted at the sight of me and boys earlier, I seen raw fear before, and it was all over your face.”
    Ok now I was angry. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I spat at him. “You think you can just waltz into my life, expecting me to open my legs at your say so and share personal details on your command, when we have not so much as ate a meal together, never mind you asking me on a real date?” My voice rose to an almost full blown yell. “If you think I will ever willingly be in the same room as someone as arrogant and bossy as you, then your are insane.” I yanked myself out of his arms, righting my dress and stomped towards the door.
    “Baby...” I heard from behind me, I whirled around and give my best death stare. “I am not your baby, nor will I ever be.” I hissed, my voice laced with venom. I slammed the door behind me.
    I strutted right back into the party, with my head held high, ignoring the few yells and whistles. I spotted Amy grabbing something to eat so I headed her way.
    “Well you look….ruffled.” Amy giggled when I reached her.
    I glared at her. “Don’t even start. I will not talk about what happened and we are no longer speaking of Cade.” I ordered, snatching a carrot stick off her plate.
    Amy gave me a salute. “Aye Aye captain.” I guessed she was enjoying the drinks.
    I rolled my eyes and followed her as we head to a table where Lucy, Ashley and some of the other women who’s names I had forgotten were sitting.
    I sat myself down with a sigh, Ashley looked my way with a sly smile. “Everything okay Gwen?” She asked.
    “Yes fine thanks.” I smiled at her genuinely even if it was a bit strained.
    “You and Cade…sort things out?” Lucy chimed in, curiously.
    “We just had to get a few things straight.” I said tightly, but smiled again, not wanting these women to think I was a bitch. “Now I hope you ladies will all be at the store early on Wednesday for some pre drinks and first pick on some of the merchandise?” I tried to change the subject, luckily women and clothing were a match made in heaven.
    After, whatever that was with Cade, I began to relax and chat happily with my new friends, drinking soda (keeping my wits about me) enjoying good food, and actually getting along with some of the bikers who would stop by our table every now and then. I even managed to completely ignore Cade, whose gaze I could feel burning a hole through me throughout the afternoon. As night started to fall, everything started to get a bit rowdier. Amy, who was not on non alcoholic drinks, was getting very flirty with said bikers, and they were lapping it up. When I saw her trying to get some very scary looking tattooed man to dance with her, I couldn’t help but snicker.
    I spotted some of the same skanky girls giving me and Amy very dirty looks. I leaned over to Ashley. “So who are the girls over there currently giving new meaning to the phrase ‘If looks could kill’?” I asked jokingly, not wanting to offend her in case they were friends or relatives, in small towns like this you couldn’t be too careful.
    Ashley made a face. “Oh those are the token club skanks.” She said scowling. “The boys kind of share them, Rosie did not want them here, but since they are ‘with’ I use that term very loosely, Asher and Jodie she had no choice.”
    “Oh…” I said, a bit lost for words, looking at the bottle blond who was looking at me like she wanted to scratch my eyes out.
    Ashley noticed that. “Oh don’t mind Ginger.” She waved her hand