Page 3 of Sapphire
Oops. I’ve poked the bear. Oh, well.
I slide my leg over the seat and dismount. Still straddling the motorcycle, like the big hulk he is, he turns to glare at me. “Could’ve caused a damn riot back there, you’re not invincible, Saph, you know that, right?”
Okay, he’s annoying me now. “Someone has their panties in a twist. What’s wrong, pretty boy, did I spoil your fun? Or are you just turned on because you’d like a kick in the nuts, too?”
His eyes seem to darken, but it could just be me. I step back when he rises slowly, then jumps off the Harley. He shouldn’t be as light on his feet for a big guy, but he’s fucking stealthy. Sin is a trained boxer, someone who knows how to fight, and he fights dirty.
“Don’t test me, woman.”
“Or what?” I challenge. “I didn’t ask you to rescue me.”
“You know what you are? An ungrateful little brat.”
“Now, now, Alex, there’s no need to name call—”
He steps closer. “You’ve been in town all of two seconds, and you’re already testing my patience, Saph. Enough already.”
I think his glare is supposed to frighten me. Unlucky for him, it doesn’t.
“No thanks to you, I’ve left my two-hundred-dollar moisturizer back in the room and the matching serum, plus my clothes, earplugs, headphones, and my favorite pajamas.”
With his eyes still on mine, he slides the phone out of his back pocket, then he punches one fat finger onto the screen, and it lights up.
“Skunk? Yeah, it’s me,” he grunts. “Need you to go to the Iron Stone tonight to grab Sapphire’s shit from one of the rooms upstairs. I’ll leave the key with Squirrel at the gate. Bring it all back to the clubhouse intact. In fact, take Screwdriver with you, just in case you have a problem. Get in and out, got me? Don’t dawdle, don’t talk to anyone.” He waits a second, then hangs up. To me, he says, “Happy now?”
Skunk. Squirrel. Screwdriver? These men are hilarious.
“Ecstatic, though I wasted fifty bucks on that dive of a room.”
“Who spends two hundred dollars on fucking face cream?” he sputters.
“Someone who looks like me.”
I’m no stunner by any means, but I do okay. I’m blonde, have clear skin when I actually use that moisturizer and the night serum, plus my eyes are literally the color of sapphires. Some people think I wear contacts, but I never have.
He grunts, “Inside.”
“Are you just going to bark orders at me all night?”
“No, I’m going to get you through the fucking doors so you can tell me what happened back there.” He holds out his hand. “Room key.”
The Iron Stone doesn’t have fancy cards like nice hotels. It has a big brick of a keyring that doesn’t even fit in my purse. Nevertheless, I fish it out and drop it into his palm. “My skincare routine thanks you.”
A few moments later, Squirrel jogs up from the gate, and Sin tosses the key to him.
When the prospect’s gone, Sin points in my face. “You owe me.”
“I don’t owe you shit.”
He shakes his head. “Get in there before you do any more damage.”
This night totally fucking blows.
CHAPTER 2
SIN
This fucking crazy woman.
