Flower of Scotland

Part 5

I was rudely awoken the next morning by the roar of motorbikes in the lot outside.
Groaning I threw my arm over my eyes to shield them from the stream of light cutting through the gap in the curtains. The night before I had thrown on one of Uncle Chibs reaper T-shirts and a pair of shorts from my bag. Glancing at the clock I saw that the time was just past 7. Still an ungodly hour to be awake in my opinion.

Creaking open the door I padded down the hallway in search of the kitchen, No morning can commence without a cup of tea, my blood may be Scots but I was molded in London, and tea fixes everything! If your happy, the kettle goes on. Sad, angry, scared? The kettle goes on. Someone died? You better get that kettle on!

Locating the kitchen I busied myself making tea and humming along to an Amy Winehouse song that was playing quietly on the radio. I was bent over with my head in a cupboard trying to find sugar when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Peering back at them I saw Happy in the doorway his shoulder pressed up against the frame. He raised an eyebrow at me and I quickly realised that my shorts were probably not leaving much to the imagination. Straightening up with false bravado I asked.

"Can I help you Happy?"

He raked his eyes over me before answering in his deep raspy voice
"I'm sure you could, but I don't think we're there yet."

Electric sparks went off all over my body, yes! Finally, was he going to willingly engage in the quips and banter. That was always a big part of the turn on for me, the game of back and forth even before any physical contact was made.

"What you didn't get enough help last night?" I asked tilting my head slightly "or was the paid help lacking in its....... Value?"

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"The service was mediocre, I may have to speak to her supervisor."

I chuckled slightly and turned back to the counter to continue with my tea.

"It's possible she's over worked, she might have just been tired." I said with my back still to him. "Or....she just gave as good as she was getting."

I bit my lip knowing full well that comment would rile any man let alone a man that was so obviously dripping in testosterone. Happy cleared the room quickly and crowded me from behind.

"You wana find out what she was receiving?"

The vibrations from his voice gave me fanny flutters and I could feel the taught muscles of his chest pressed against my back, I turned to face him and playfully replied.

"No tar, tart advisor said, two stars, would not recommend."

Happy stepped forward again, pressing my back against the counter, he bent his head slightly so it was hovering just above the bare skin of my neck. I could feel his warm breath and the scent of him reached my nostrils, leather and road with hint of yesterdays aftershave.

"We'll see." He spoke with his lips barely from the surface of my flesh before turning and leaving the kitchen. My body was vibrating! I took a few steadying breaths before picking up my tea and heading outside to the picnic tables where I lit a cigarette and sat table top.

Buy the time the majority of the club members rolled back in the lot and headed in to church. I was showered and dressed, making myself busy pottering around the clubhouse tidying up, plumping cushions and refilling bottles behind the bar. Gemma walked through the door peeling off her sunglasses and scanning the room.

"You clean up in here baby?" she asked.

"Yeah, I got bored, and you know what they say the devil makes work for idle hands." I replied.

"Careful, one of the boys will try making an old lady out of you before long if you keep that up." she smiled through her words. "Mind you, some of them might be too scared they'd end up with a knife in the gut after what I heard." She raised her eyebrows questioningly.

I ducked my head, and sucked in a breath through my teeth.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped Gemma." I said wanting to convey that I was sorry if what I had done had caused problems but I would do it again if the need arose."It was an action, reaction kind of thing."

"Oh please baby, you don't need to apologise for protecting any member of this club, I'm glad you did it, not only did you show balls you showed every man here that not all women are useless gashes for them to enjoy."

I turned my head and smiled at her.

"Thank you." I spoke softly, it had been a long time since another woman had spoken about me in a positive way. I was used to being told that no man would want a woman that could outdo them, no man wanted a woman that was faster, smarter or funnier than they were. It would be better for me if I sat prettily in a nice dress and spoke only when I was spoken to and didn't use such vulgar language that I was accustomed to. Farthy would roll his eyes and wave granny away with a flutter of his hand everytime she started in on her rant, and would say.

"Ahh, shut ya geggie woman, I would much rather the bairn was a wee ned an able to skelp any man she needed te."

God I missed him......