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that moment to growl.
    “Here, enjoy.”
    Sitting up, she tore into the potato chips and started to eat.
    “So, Clara, are you staying or are you going?” Payne asked.
    “I’ve agreed to two weeks—”
    “She needs a job,” Vicky said.
    “I can find my own job.”
    “She thinks you’re going to make her screw or take her clothes off.”
    Clara rolled her eyes. King wrapped an arm around her waist, cupping her hip, and leaned into her. “You don’t need to worry about work.”
    “I don’t.”
    “There’s always something to do around the club, and it’s not just about sex. We can find something.”
    “I want the money so I can move on,” Clara said.
    “Move on?”
    “I’ve only agreed to two weeks. When those two weeks are over, I’m going to move on.”
    “You never settle down?” King asked.
    “There’s no point in settling down in one place. I’m young. Life is meant to be lived and enjoyed.”
    “And you don’t think it’s capable of being done in one place.”
    “I know it’s not. Life gets boring and predictable.”
    “She’s been running from that all of her life,” Vicky said.
    Staring at her friend, Clara didn’t have any witty retort or a comeback. She had no words.
    Clara didn’t believe that she had been running away from anything. She simply hated the sameness. Life was meant to be lived but if she settled down in one place, there was nothing to look forward to. That wasn’t running away.
    “Maybe you haven’t found the right person to stay with,” King said.
    She turned toward the man who had been in her life for a matter of hours. He had a great cock, but other than that, she had no intention of anything developing between them. “It’s not about finding the right person. Some people are made to stay in one place. I’m not made that way.”
    “You don’t want a family?”
    “No, I don’t. I don’t want to get pregnant, or get married, or settle down with the picket fence.” Clara looked down at the potato chips, and any appetite or desire she had was now all but gone. It was once a dream of hers, but that had soon faded away. It was easier to be alone than to commit to someone. “You know what? It’s getting late, and I think it’s time I checked into a hotel room.”

Chapter Six

    Y ou need to make up your damn mind.
    Clara lay on the motel bed, staring at the stained ceiling, wondering what in the hell was wrong with her. She’d been at the clubhouse for only a few hours, fucked some random biker, watched her friend get screwed as well, and then she’d bolted out of there.
    Scrubbing a hand over her face, she exhaled, knowing these next two weeks would be hard. It wasn’t because she was staying here and not wandering like she had been doing, but because she knew she’d be seeing king again. There was just something about the big biker that had every part of her tightening. Her frightened her, but not in the way that she feared he’d hurt her. He scared her in the way that told her he was dangerous, would kill with his bare hands, and didn’t give a shit about the repercussions. He was the type of man that did what he wanted when he wanted and when he’d held her, touched her, everything else had faded away.
    Clara had never been loose with her body, and although she’d been with men, enjoyed herself, she never felt anything toward them except that initial arousal, but with King the chemistry had been instant, and she’d been so swept up in it she hadn’t known what to do aside from just react to it all.
    Even now her pussy was still sore from King’s big cock, and the remembrance of what they’d done played through her mind on repeat.
    The truth was she’d never seen herself with a husband or family, but that didn’t mean having it in her life wouldn’t be nice to have. Clara had also explored things, just let the wind take her where she should go. Not having to worry about anything or anyone but herself let her fully experience life.