Monster 34

Angela

“I can't go in there dressed like this.” Mortified, I looked out into the night. The clubhouse was lit up. The light shining from the windows illuminated the bikes that were parked outside.

So many bikes. More than I had ever seen there.

“Sure you can.” Monster drew my attention back to him. The skin on his fingers was rough as he moved me to face him. “You look gorgeous.”

“I look like a damn meringue,” I murmured, but there was no real conviction in my voice. I couldn't be angry or outraged when he was looking at me the way he was. There was still the darkness in his eyes that had first attracted me to him but there was softness there as well. One that had nothing to do with weakness.

Monster wasn't weak. He was the strongest man I knew. I wasn't weak either. Straightening my shoulders, I puffed out a breath. “They are going to laugh their heads off when they see me like this.” Again I plucked at the material of the skirt. Battling my fear of weakness was one thing, being tot