Free MC Biker Romance: BAD BOY ROMANCE: Taken (Secret Baby Biker Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Pregnancy Romance) by Casey Elliot Page B

done driving. I had gone far enough that I could say I'd actually gone somewhere, but was close enough that I didn't have to actually go anywhere. My plan was to spend the next couple of weeks sleeping, womanizing, and drinking... in no particular order.
    Sergeant wanted me to have a vacation? This was my Disneyland.
    The bar was decorated with biker memorabilia, and had pictures on the walls of various club meetings that had taken place there. There were tables scattered around the floor, but I went straight to the bar. I liked to be close to the action. Not that I was going to be talking to anybody — but; at least, if someone was being an idiot, I might get to punch someone.
    I was surprised to see that the bartender was this pretty little blonde thing. Her skin was sun kissed, but otherwise, untouched. No tattoos; odd thing for a biker bar. As she approached me, I watched her body jiggle in her tight jeans and t-shirt. Good. I liked a girl with curves.
    I ordered a beer, and I could tell she was frustrated with how clipped my sentences were. The girl showed everything on her face. I wondered how she could possibly survive in a place like this with a handicap like that.
    I decided I would find out.
    "What the heck is a girl like you doing working in a bar like this?" I asked.
    Surprise crossed her face. I could tell she tried to keep it down, but it was there for all to see.
    "What kind of girl do you think I am, exactly?" Surprise had turned to irritation. She was a fun one to watch.
    I gestured over her body. "You look like you'd be better off working in a beauty parlor or something like that."
    She rolled her green eyes, running the cloth over the bar top. "I'm going to take that as a compliment."
    "It wasn't one."
    She chuckled. "You're going to make lots of friends around here," she observed. "I can't wait to see someone knock your lights out."
    I took a swig of my beer and grinned. "That's cold, barkeep."
    "If you wanted different, you should have gone somewhere else." She shot me a cheeky grin. "Like a beauty parlor or something like that."
    Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to judge. Clearly she wasn't completely out of her depth.
    "Where are you coming from?" she asked.
    "North."
    "And where are you headed?"
    "South."
    She rolled her eyes again, and propped a hand on her hip. I followed the movement with my eyes appreciatively.
    "Let me know if you need anything else," she said. Then, she walked down the bar to serve her other customers.
    An old man from a few seats down slid down into the seat next to me.
    "Hayley's something, isn't she?"
    I turned and glared at him. When had it been broadcasted that I was looking for friends?
    I decided that rather than starting an argument with a drunken old man, I'd just ignore him instead. I turned back to the TV and drank down my beer. Every once and a while though, I'd sneak a peek at Hayley's delicious figure.
     
    Hayley
     
    The mysterious military guy stayed until closing. He drank quite a bit, but seemed more or less unaffected by the libations. I thought that the booze might loosen up his tongue a little, but all it did was make him moodier. By the end of the night, he was giving off such a "don't mess with me" vibe that even Herb knew better than to try and approach him.
    While I had failed in my quest, and lost a good story, that wasn't the only reason I hoped he would come back. It wasn't like I was going to act on any of the delightful little fantasies I had going on in my head — men were too much trouble — but they sure were fun to think about.
    When we were closing up, Tamsy, our Tuesday waitress, asked me if I'd be the one to tell him to leave. He had all but ignored my last call announcement, and apparently, anytime she approached him, he shot her a withering glare.
    I often compared Tamsy to the lion from the Wizard of Oz. Tattooed to the nines, dyed black hair, and eyeliner that probably took more than one pencil to apply, she looked every bit as