Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
SIX
SILAS
What in God’s name was she wearing?
I stood in the doorway that led from the shop into the dingy lobby and office area.
Three plastic chairs sat to my right under the windows that overlooked the customer parking lot.
A high counter cut the room in two and acted as reception, and two desks were situated behind it, elbowed together in an L shape. One directly under the counter and another against the far wall in front of me.
A row of old-style filing cabinets decorated the wall to my left.
Ancient calendars and fliers still tacked to it from the previous owners who’d vacated the property four years ago.
The woman was there, bent over the desk that was directly in my line of sight.
Her ass wagging in the air like a ripe piece of fruit as she punched at the keys of a dated computer, the pert, perfect globes barely covered by the satiny light blue material of her dress’s skirt that brushed up high on her thighs.
Wearing sky-high heels again. This time colored nude. Bare legs for fucking miles.
My dick jumped.
Fuck me. This was a disaster.
“Are you kidding me?” she grumbled under her breath. “Am I really supposed to do something with this pile of crap? Freaking bikers, thinking they can actually run a business.”
Wow. She clearly thought highly of me.
“I don’t see the problem here.” It bled from me like irony. “We bikers like to make sure our offices are stocked with the latest state-of-the-art equipment.”
At the sound of my voice, Brinley gasped and whirled around.
Her hand flew to her chest.
Shock gripping her striking features before it gave way to wrathful displeasure.
Those harvest eyes were wide as they traveled over me where I leaned against the jamb before they narrowed in hostility. “I don’t appreciate you sneaking up on me like that.”
“Huh?” Scratching at my temple with a single finger, I said it like I was perplexed. “And here I thought sneaking was your specialty?”
She inhaled a shaky breath and straightened herself out.
Only thing it did was draw my attention to her front side.
That fucking satin skirt short as hell. Baby blue and hemmed in beige lace. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone, giving just a peek of cleavage underneath.
Untamed brown and gold curls framed her face.
Motherfucking wildfire.
She lifted her chin. “If I’m going to be staying here, then I need to be comfortable moving around. I don’t want to feel like I’m trapped.”
“Fair.”
Second I said it, I wished I could take it back. But maybe Meems was right. Maybe I needed to budge a little.
Surprise jolted her back. “Are you serious?”
Before she got too comfortable, I cocked my head. I made sure the warning clipped off on a threat. “As long as you keep your nose out of where it doesn’t belong.”
“And where is that?” she challenged.
Pretty much everywhere, but she didn’t need to know that.
“If it seems like a place you shouldn’t tread, then don’t go there. You’re a smart girl.”
I didn’t even try to keep the mocking edge out of my words.
She couldn’t gain access to the places I didn’t want her, anyway, so it really didn’t matter all that much. But I didn’t like the thought of her wandering around the property by herself, either.
Yeah, the guys knew the score.
She was not to be fucking touched.
It didn’t stop an army of ants from marching across my flesh at the thought.
Brinley sent me a scowl. “Super clear. Thanks. About as clear as whatever the hell I’m supposed to be doing around here.”
She waved a flustered hand at the pile of junk behind her.
“We haven’t been here that long, and we’re still getting set up.” I pushed from the doorway and took a couple of steps into the lobby.
I was instantly hit with that scent.
Almonds and apples dipped in sweet cream.
Did she light a damned candle?
“So, this isn’t how you always operate?” It was loaded with sarcasm.
Didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but I kept moving toward her. Boots thudding against the ground in time with her panted breaths.
I stopped an inch from her.
Eclipsing her in my shadow.
Her ass hit the edge of the desk as she backed away, and I kept angling for her, pinning her to the wood.
Her heavy breaths pelted the front of my neck, and a wisp of her hair brushed across my cheek.
Every line of her body had gone both pliant and rigid. Everything gathering to a shivery pinpoint as she waited for what I was going to do.
I edged even closer, my movements slow as I reached around her and flicked on the button for the computer.
The motor whirred to life as I edged back a fraction, though I remained close enough to whisper in her ear, dragging out each word like a blade, “Even us bikers know how to run businesses, Brinley.”