Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Whatever.
He’d been slightly more of a dick than normal—Was that even possible?—after Romeo confronted him. Proof Roger didn’t like anyone challenging his ass. So now she was being punished more than normal on a regular basis.
She would’ve blown off cleaning the equipment and headed home if cameras weren’t all over the place. Watching. Recording. Like big brother.
Maddie didn’t doubt that Roger also kept an eye on the live feeds on his cell phone. The last thing she needed was to be written up again or docked any pay for “insubordination.”
Her only choice was to suck it up and get it done before leaving for the evening. Only, in the end, it took her an hour and a half past her quitting time. Time she’d never get back or be compensated for.
Because her boss was a user and a loser.
The other night she had a dream that he tripped in front of her and, instead of helping him up, she ended up kicking him while he was down. She wasn’t sure if she should admit that she woke up with a smile. Maybe she’d keep that to herself. But remembering that brought another smile to her face.
Until she stepped outside.
Before she could turn and lock the door, she saw that her vehicle wasn’t the only one parked in what should be an empty lot. Right next to her Toyota sat a Harley. And on that Harley sat a man. And on that man was a leather cut proclaiming he was the president of the Dark Knights MC.
She sighed.
Maddie hadn’t heard from him in about two weeks. Not that she reached out to him, either. The reason she hadn’t texted or called him was…
She liked having sex with him way too much.
Way too much.
She had picked up her cell phone several times in the last couple of weeks to arrange a “meet,” but seconds later she set that same phone down. She didn’t want to start relying on him. Not for protection. Not even for sex.
She also didn’t want him to think she needed him. For anything. That could be dangerous when it came to overly protective, possessive bikers.
With a shake of her head, she turned and took her time locking the front door to Smith’s. After releasing another loud, long sigh, she headed over to the man waiting for her.
A black silky do-rag covered his dark, bald noggin and dark sunglasses hid his just as dark eyes, even though the sun had begun to set.
Those glasses followed every step she took across the parking lot. Of course he had parked right next to her driver’s door. Was he afraid she’d try to avoid him?
If she had to admit it—though she’d never say it out loud—the man looked damn good straddling his badass sled. Especially with his skilled hands planted on those thick thighs.
She stopped next to him. “At least you waited until Roger left.” The man might actually have some common sense.
“Been waiting here for a while.”
Her head jerked back. “How long?”
“Long enough to see your asshole boss leave along with all your fuckin’ co-workers. Why’d you stay?”
If she told him the truth, he would only give her a rash of shit for it and tell her that she should leave this job for the thousandth time.
She didn’t want to hear it. She was tired. She was hungry. Her feet ached. “I had a few things to finish up.”
“Like?”
“Like work.”
His brow furrowed. “What kinda work? That dick insist you stay late?”
“No.”
The big man could move fast when he wanted to. Because suddenly he was off his bike and toe-to-toe with her. With a tight grip on her chin, he raised her face so she couldn’t avoid him.
She lifted a hand to stop whatever he was about to spew. “I don’t want to hear it, Rome. I’m done explaining. If you can’t accept that, then leave.”
His nostrils flared, a muscle jumped in his cheek and his grip tightened to the point it bordered on painful.
She needed to stop him before he started in on her. If he did, she might go off on him, tell him to fuck off and the next thing she knew, he’d be telling Shade that she was having issues with her boss.
That could be a fatal mistake.
For Roger.
“I see you setting to go off… but please… just don’t,” she finished on a whisper.
That had him pinning his lips so tightly, they ended up in a slash.
“Why are you here?” Maybe she could get him off track.
“You were here a goddamn hour and a half longer than everyone else, Maddie.”
Oh, he was pissed? He wasn’t the one wiping down already clean equipment. “Tell me something I don’t know. Why are you stalking me?”
His bearded chin jerked back into his neck. “Ain’t stalkin’ you.”
“You still haven’t said why you’re here.”