Page 22 of Forged in the Fire
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.
