Free Prowler: Forsaken Ones MC by Leah Wilde Page A

his closet.
     
    I pulled down an old shirt that looked like it had some classic rock band’s album art on it. I didn’t recognize the logo or the artwork, but it looked futuristic and metallic, which was ironic because the shirt looked older than either of us.
     
    I pulled it on over my head and pulled my hair out of the neck of it while the aged cotton settled on my shoulders. It was soft and comfortable, like wrapping bedsheets around me. And it was the perfect length, stretching down past my crotch to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
     
    I looked at myself in the mirror, enamored by the way the artwork weighed down the fabric between my breasts, making the shirt fit the contours of my chest perfectly. Hawk wasn’t that much taller than I was, just enough to make it noticeable, enough to make him comfortable in bed. But his shirt swallowed me whole. I figured that was due to how broad his shoulders were. It gave the shirt extra width that I didn’t need. Except, I did need the extra width since I wasn’t wearing anything else underneath it.
     
    I walked out of the closet, happy with my find, at the same time that he was walking back into the room.
     
    “Cool shirt,” Hawk said.
     
    “Thanks. I hope you don’t mind. I went rummaging through your closet for it,” I told him.
     
    “I trust you didn’t make too much of a mess in there,” he said cautiously.
     
    “Not too much, but you might want to get the house staff to help you put everything back up. You know how it is.” I laughed as he walked past me hurriedly and looked into the closet to find that absolutely nothing was out of place.
     

Chapter Nine
 
     
    At some point, Hawk had thrown on clothes, which meant that he had gotten dressed while I was in the shower. When I realized he was wearing slacks and a nice white dress shirt, a burst of ice ran through my veins. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d heard my conversation with Kleo or my conversation with myself. Neither one would have been any good.
     
    Instead of indicating that he had heard anything he shouldn’t have, though, he gently took me by the arm and walked me downstairs.
     
    “We need to talk,” he said firmly.
     
    I knew it! I was busted. He had found out that I had sent those emails to myself. He knew what I was up to, and I was about to disappear. I was about to learn why he called his MC The Forsaken Ones. Hell, just the way he moved in bed was enough reason to call them that!
     
    “Is everything okay?” I asked nervously as he guided me down the winding spiral staircase and out the back door to where a couple of plates and glasses of wine waited for us on a table on the patio.
     
    “I don’t know yet,” he said, “but maybe we can figure that out while we eat lunch. Please, take a seat.”
     
    I was too nervous to eat, but I wasn’t about to turn down his offer. I sat down in one of the small chairs on either side of the little round table. I found that I was incredibly self-conscious with his house staff present. I tried to cross my legs but realized the shirt wasn’t quite long enough to keep from showing me off that way, so I sat with my legs down and closed.
     
    “Couldn’t we do this inside?” I asked him. “I’m kind of exposed out here.”
     
    “No one is going to notice,” Hawk said, laughing. “Eat,” he said, nodding at my plate. “I had them prepare this with you in mind.
     
    I looked down at my plate. It was a salad. I saw two different types of lettuce, spinach, and another leafy vegetable I didn’t recognize, probably kale or something crazy like that. There were cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, red onions, and bleu cheese crumbles. I picked up my fork and rummaged through the leaves to see if anything else was hiding in there for me. There was also bacon and grilled chicken, but it wasn’t lying right on top like at restaurants. It had been tossed in with the vegetables, like a sane person had made it.
     
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