Free Smolder: Trojans MC by Kara Parker

clueless coward.
     
    Shayla looked over to the hallway where Meg had disappeared, now more than a little desperate to get Luke’s number. She would still wait until the morning—the jealousy factor still ticked at the back of her head—but she would definitely call. If only to apologize for the way she acted, in the hopes that he would forgive her enough to do another story for the station.
     
    It would be a special bonus if he decided to give her another shot. If that’s what she wanted in the morning, anyway.
     
    Meg rounded the corner with a big grin on her face, waving a scrap of paper. She sauntered up to Shayla’s desk and slid it toward her. “I like them tall and tattooed, but I don’t like beards.”
     
    “I’ll do my best.”
     
    “If there isn’t a no-beard option, I’ll take the beard.”
     
    Despite what Meg thought, Shayla doubted Luke’s pool of friends would be a buffet. Still, the girl had done her a solid. She would do what she could to pay her back for it.
     
    The rest of Shayla’s shift seemed to drag by. At Amy’s behest, she drafted up a few potential interview questions for what Amy called “The Tearful Reunion.” Shayla doubted there would be a reunion, and if there was one there definitely wouldn’t be tears involved.
     
    Unless Luke made someone cry. That was more likely than anyone or anything making him cry. She mused that the day she saw Luke cry would undoubtedly signify the end of days. Fire and brimstone would rain down from the heavens. The seas would flood the Earth. Nicholas Cage would turn down a movie role.
     
    Still, Shayla was a good little media drone. She did her work without complaints or talking back. And, when she got home that night, she stuck the piece of paper with Luke’s number on it to the fridge and stared at it.
     
    She stared at it for way too long. An embarrassing amount of time.
     
    Shayla finally hauled herself up from her kitchen table when her eyelids began to droop, staggering toward her bedroom with tired eyes but a buzzing brain. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep. Too much excitement. She hadn’t been this nervous since she’d approached the platform of her bungee jump.
     
    All that was left was to fall.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    Considering Luke had never had a girl ditch him on a date before, he wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to go after her or not. He’d been tempted to. His cock had begged him to. But the idea of cruising around the neighborhood, looking for Shayla like she was a lost dog, was too creepy and demeaning for Luke to get on board with.
     
    So he stuck her blazer in his saddlebag and sped home, letting the wind cool him down. He might not have been able to get her off his mind, but at least the cold air got his cock to get with the program. He wasn’t getting laid tonight. More importantly, he’d lost Shayla.
     
    And he fucking hated that.
     
    If it had been any other girl, he would have just stayed at the bar and picked up a new one. No one girl was special enough that he wouldn’t be able to replace her. That’s what he’d thought before meeting Shayla, anyway. And now the thought of cheaply indulging in another brand left a bad taste in his mouth.
     
    He wanted her. In every goddamn way. And he would get her.
     
    But not tonight.
     
    That didn’t mean Luke didn’t jerk off to the thought of her plump lips gliding down his cock once he got home though. And fuck, even that had been good. He couldn’t imagine what the real thing would be like—but he was determined to find out soon.
     
     
     
    ***
     
     
     
    The morning light streamed through Luke’s window, and he closed the blinds to block it out. He wasn’t feeling in a very sunny mood. He’d woken to a voicemail from KTMA TV’s number, and had eagerly listened to it, thinking it would be Shayla.
     
    It was just that producer lady, wanting to know if he’d contact her regarding doing a follow up story on