Page 13 of Sangre
“Now that you’ve hired us, his power has lessened.”
“I do feel safer. Who is going to be watching me?”
“I’ll do some of it, then it’ll rotate between Eagle, Cueball, and some other guys we have working for us.”
“Not that guy from last night I hope. What was his name?”
“Jon?” Sangre chuckled. “He’s a good guy. A bit odd, but an okay dude. I didn’t plan on using him for this job, so no worries.”
“Thanks. He just kind of gave me the willies. I don’t know. It’s probably not fair for me to say that.”
“You gotta go by your gut. I’ll be the one working tonight. I want to go over to your house and check out the locks on your doors and windows and see if there are any vulnerable points of entry into your home… Check your alarm… You know, standard stuff.”
“Okay. Will you be in the car all night?”
“Yeah. I’ll be watching and doing some rounds to make sure you’re good. Eagle will relieve me in the morning, at about eight.”
“When do we start?” Hertoo blueeyes seemed a little out of focus.
What the fuck did she take?“Now. I can follow you home.”
“Gage dropped me off. I told him I’d text him when I was ready.”
“No need. I’ll take you home since I’m going over there anyway.”
“Okay.”
Sangre walked around his desk and waited for her to stand. When she rose to her feet, she lost her balance, and he caught her. The scent of her perfume curled around him, and he was keenly aware of how soft her skin was since his hand rested on her rib cage. She was now steady on her feet, but he didn’t let go. He didn’t want to, and she didn’t push his hand away either.
Isla Rose tilted her head up, her gaze catching his own. The thin silver nose ring in her nostril gleamed in the sun’s rays, and the crystal silver bar in her eyebrow sparkled like a diamond. He dipped his head down, and the tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips. How he wanted to capture it and suck it into his mouth.
Then the phone rang, playing out a heavy hitting tune, and shattered the moment. He let go of her, then she dug around in her purse, finally taking out a neon-yellow phone.
“I’m still at the security place. The guy wants to check out my house.” She played with her purse strap, and it seemed like she didn’t want to look at him. “I’m not hungry. You guys go on ahead. I’m going to crash tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.” Another pause. Now she had the purse strap so tightly wound around her finger that it was turning blood red. “Nothing’s wrong. I don’t want to talk about it right now. The guy’s here.” The strap wound tighter. “I’m not going to step out and talk. I have to go. I told you he’s waiting to check out my house.” The strap broke. She glanced down at it, a frown creasing her forehead. “I’ve gotta go. Bye.” She put the phone in her purse and stared at the strap.
“You ready to go?”
Holding the satchel from the bottom, she nodded.
“Let’s go then.” He switched off the lights and opened the door, gesturing her to pass through.
When they came out into the sunlight, she groaned, again digging through her bag. Pulling out a pair of sunglasses, she looked around the parking lot. “Where’s your car?”
Pointing to a metallic bronze Harley with a chrome skull emblazoned on the side, he held back his chuckle. “There.”
“A motorcycle? This is going to be fucking awesome!” She rushed over to it, running her hands over the leather seat and slick handlebars. “I love it. Harleys are the best.”
She’s a biker chick? That surprises me.“You ride?”
Shaking her head, she knelt down and traced the skull’s features. “No, but I’ve ridden on the back of motorcycles a lot. I used to date a biker in LA when I was still in college. He was badass, kind of like you. Now, your attitude makes sense.” She stood up and lifted up her leg, falling against the Harley. “See,” she said, pointing at her left ankle, “I’ve got a skull that looks a lot like your bike’s skull.”
He bent down and grasped her sandaled foot in his hands. A ghoulish watercolored skull surrounded by a half arch of red roses grinned at him. Running his thumb over it, he saw her skin pebble. “Nice tat.” He gently placed her foot on the ground. “What club did your ex belong to?”
“Club? Oh you mean like the Mongols or the Insurgents?” He nodded. “He didn’t belong to any club. Just a lone biker who loved to ride. He’d go to rallies and a bunch of motorcycle expos. You know, stuff like that. Do you belong to a club?”
“The Night Rebels,” he said abruptly then added, “We better get going.” He jumped on the bike, and she climbed on behind him; her arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tight. The Harley roared to life and they sped out of the parking lot. The feel of her warm body pressed against his back made his dick twitch, and he tried to focus on what he had to do to make sure her home was safe. It didn’t work. The scent of her sensuous perfume, her arms around him, her silky tendrils sweeping across his cheeks in the wind, and her tits right against him made for an uncomfortable ride. Never had he wanted to get off his Harley as much as he did now.
When he pulled into her driveway, he killed the engine and straddled his bike. She got off like a pro and started toward the front porch. Looking over her shoulder, she placed her hand over her eyes as if to shield them from the sun. “Aren’t you coming?”
“In a minute. I want to get the feel of the neighborhood. I’ll meet you inside.” He watched her enter her house. He’d be damned if he’d let her see him sporting a hard-on just from their short ride. She got him all worked up, and she hadn’t even done anything. Not even an accidental slip of her hand on his crotch, yet his dick was as hard as a damn hammer.
I’m gonna have to keep my distance from her. This is just a job. Just a fucking job. She’s got to stop wearing that damn perfume.
She came back out on the porch. “Did you want a beer or something?”
“No, I’m good.” She went back inside. Alcohol and Isla Rose were a dangerous combination. He had to keep his head clear and level.
He got off his bike and walked up the brick sidewalk.Remember. This is a job. She’s a client.
Opening the screen door, he went inside.
