Bikers and Pearls by Vicki Wilkerson

Author:Vicki Wilkerson [Wilkerson, Vicki]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Summerbrook#1
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Bliss)
Published: 2013-07-31T10:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

April was enjoying herself more than she cared to admit at the silent charity auction, and she hadn’t even made it into the room with all the donated items to bid.

She couldn’t help but notice how the ladies all looked at Bull with something between intrigue and apprehension, and at her with something between envy and concern. A tingly part inside her also toyed with the same dangerous attraction to Bull. She knew he came from a different world, but she wanted to touch him, inhale him, kiss him.

Even Jenna was smitten after all the compliments. Jenna batted her lashes with every other word. Either she had something in her eye, or she was flirting with Bull. April wasn’t sure, but something was going on. All innocent, of course.

Bull looked at April and said, “I believe I must be standing beside the two most beautiful and best-dressed women in the whole place.” He slipped his hand into hers.

Jenna ran her palms over the little black chiffon number she was wearing and said, “Oh, this thing? I pull it out when I have nothing else to wear.”

Bull’s eyes were still locked on April. “Well, it’s very handsome on you. And April is gorgeous.”

“Yes, she is,” Jenna said in her best Southern drawl. “I helped her pick out her dress today at Enjoliver!, the dress shop where I work. It’s French, you know. The name means, Dress Up.” Then Jenna started in with her bad high school French. “All she needs for the upcoming season is a fancy shap-o with some pale pee-teet roses on it.”

“Parle vous Francis?” Bull asked Jenna as he ran his fingers across the top of April’s hand.

“Oui. Un pee-teet,” Jenna said.

Petit had to have been her favorite word in the whole French language. She abused it all the time.

Bull began conversing with Jenna in the romantic language, to April’s amazement, and Jenna answered back in the best amateur French she could muster.

April’s friend was all giggles and smiles. Bull had won her over. For April.

“Where’d you learn to speak so fluently?” April asked Bull.

“In college. And afterward, when I toured France on my bike,” he said.

Well, well, well. College educated and world traveled. This man surprised her at every turn. She could tell that Jenna was as impressed as she was.

“If it’s not Mr. Clayton,” said a handsomely groomed man who walked up behind Bull. He had very dark hair with a few pieces of deep auburn sprinkled through his short, neatly trimmed sideburns. “Fancy meeting you here. And who are these lovely ladies you’re escorting?”

Bull introduced them to his friend, Hogan Thorpe, who had on a red power tie over his white collared shirt.

Jenna’s face brightened even more, if that were possible. “Did anyone or anything special bring you here tonight?” she asked.

“I donated some items from my business,” Hogan said. “And what about you, pretty lady?”

April knew Jenna’s wheels were turning. Businessmen—successful ones—always impressed Jenna.

“I’m here to support Ben…and be with my friend,” Jenna said.

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