Page 64 of The Devil's Revelation
THIRTY-ONE
IZZY
Finally, I get to work the way I’ve always wanted.
I never realized how much I would love riding on Torque’s bike. It’s different today, not being in a state of panic. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I’m holding on to Torque and feeling pretty mellow this morning after he woke me up with his mouth between my legs and gave me an orgasm in under five minutes. Which of course led to me finishing him off with a blow job before we had to get ready to come to the shop.
He was ticked last night that I wouldn’t let him sleep in my bed, but I needed the space. My head was so overwhelmed I needed time to myself. I didn’t give a shit that he wasn’t happy.
I told myself I wasn’t going to get involved with Torque, and look what’s happened? I’ve fallen right into bed with him, and I’m not sure if I’m happy about it or annoyed at myself for not having more of a spine. I should focus on staying alive, not jumping into bed with this man.
So why can’t I stop myself?
I’m pulled from my thoughts when Torque puts his hand over mine and gives it a quick squeeze before he pulls up to the garage parking lot. My stomach tingles, and I have to bite back a groan. God, I’m acting like a love-sick girl with her first crush. I need to get a grip.
Torque drives behind the building and pulls into a reserved spot before turning off the bike and climbing off. I take off my helmet and hand it to him before I get off too. He grins at me. “Liking the bike now?”
“It’s growing on me,” I admit as I follow him towards the side door. He lets us into the darkened shop and when he flips on the light, I take it in.
It’s much more spacious than Volos, and it’s clear they take care of it. The floors are clean and the shop is organized. No tools all over the place, no oil stains or spills, and the logo of the shop across the back wall. Each bench is clean and organized too, and I’m amazed.
“What do you think?” Torque asks, watching me curiously.
“I’m thinking that this looks too pretty to be a shop,” I admit. “Hell, even Zeb’s shop isn’t this clean and neat.”
Torque chuckles. “We get the prospects to come in and clean every night. Teach them the definition of hard work.”
“So where am I supposed to work?”
“You’re the bay near the door into the reception area,” he says, leading me over towards it. He spends a bit of time going over where everything is, and by the time he’s done, I’m feeling excited. All my worries about the mob and everything else fades away. “You think you have everything here you’ll need?” Torque asks me when he finishes.
I nod. “More than I would say. So what’s the process for bringing in cars?”
“With everything going on, I’m going to have the prospect bring in the vehicles for you,” Torque explains. “The less chances of you being seen, the better. Normally we have the bay doors open, but we’re going to close them for now.”
“So it’s going to look like the prospects are the ones doing the job, but in actuality, it’s me?” I ask.
Torque nods. “It’s for your safety, but when this whole thing is over, you’ll be doing it all yourself.”
“Okay. I’m good with that. So what do you want me working on today? Just the small stuff until you know I won’t screw anything up?”
He frowns. “Izzy, I think we need to get something straight,” he says seriously. My stomach clenches, but I don’t look away, bracing myself for what I’m sure is going to come. “I’m hiring you to be a mechanic, not an apprentice. That means I want you to do the same jobs as everyone else. I don’t give a shit that you’re a woman. If you fuck up, I’m going to let you know it. Though, maybe I’ll just spank that pretty ass instead of yelling.”
I roll my eyes, but the nerves in my stomach loosen. “I think that’s called sexual harassment,boss,” I point out sarcastically. “You going to spank the asses of the rest of the guys here too?”
“Only if he buys me dinner first,” a voice says behind us, making me jump.
I spin around and see a very handsome black man standing there. His cut declares him as Timber, and his grin is wide as he takes us in. “I’m not touching your hairy ass,” Torque snorts.
“My ass is smooth, thank you very much,” Timber sniffs. “Here you want to see?”
He puts his hands to his belt before I start to laugh. “Cut it out,” I tell him. “Are you trying to make me blush?”
Timber smirks at me. “Seeing a woman red in all the right places is a gorgeous thing, honey,” he flirts.
“Don’t you have a job to get started?” Torque asks pointedly.
Timber snickers. “Welcome aboard, Izzy. And if you need any help let me know,” he says before he walks over to his bay, whistling.
