Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
He has olive skin, really olive, and it’s the soft kind, flawless. His eyes are bluer than the sky with a hint of silver. He has a jagged scar on his cheek which only adds to his dangerous looks. His hair, dark, thick, and by the looks of it, long. Possibly braided down his back. Holy hot. I don’t usually do hair on men, but on him ... breathtaking. His face isn’t clean shaven, and he has bits of stubble darkening his face which, honestly, makes my legs shake a little.
Oh, boy.
I need to say something.
My eyes drop to the leather jacket he’s wearing, and my mouth finally closes. I study it, and I’m impressed when it becomes clear what it is. He’s a biker. I know the group: Iron Fury. Everyone knows them. Nobody really sees them, but I’ve always wanted to meet one. I used to try and sneak to their parties when I was younger, but nobody would ever take me. It’s like the moment people hear biker, they run for the hills.
Not this girl.
I’m utterly fascinated.
“You’re a biker,” I say, my voice softer than it usually is, which I need to correct quickly. I clear my throat, take a deep breath, and look into his eyes again.
Gosh.
Vagina.
Calm down.
“Got a problem with that?”
His voice.
Lordy.
Take me now.
I raise my brows and look past him to see four other bikers standing behind him. And holy wow, they’re equally as good looking. I can’t begin to take them in one by one because I’ll probably pass out from the gorgeousness of them if I do.
“Where do they breed you lot? Hot biker fertility center?”
One of the bikers snorts like he’s surprised by my outburst.
I look back at the one standing at the door.
“No, it’s not a problem, in fact, I am super excited. When I was younger, I used to try and get into your parties, but nobody would ever take me. This is awesome!”
I step past the man at the door staring oddly at me and walk up to the four others now watching me, all of them slightly guarded. Did they think I was going to run for cover? Hell to the no. This is super cool. A biker’s maid.
Imagine that.
“How’s it going?” I say to them, stopping in front of them, getting a good look.
Yum.
“I’m Saskia.” I extend a hand to the one that has “President” plastered onto the front of his jacket. “And before you laugh, I didn’t get a choice, okay?”
He studies me, and oh boy, is he to die for. Dark hair. Green eyes. Body like stone. Tattoos. Lordy. Then he grins and extends a massive, ringed hand, curling it around mine. “We all just lost a fuck load of money, but pleased to meet you, darlin’. I’m Malakai.”
“Make a girl blush, using words like that.” I grin at him. “And how did you lose money?”
I move to the next one, the only fair haired one in the group. Dirty blond, honey-colored eyes—man, they just keep getting better and better.
“We made a bet on how long you’d stay before runnin’ out the door. Mason over there has lost three already the moment they saw him, and I’m Koda. I just got all the cash these fuckers bet, because I said you’d be cool with it.”
I shake his hand, grinning. “Three? Well, you are a scary bunch, I won’t lie, but it takes a little more to scare me.”
The next one steps forward, quieter and more reserved. I can’t really tell the color of his eyes, but they look almost ... yellowish. He has dark hair, too. Curling slightly at the ends. And he’s incredibly good looking. “Boston,” he says, shaking my hand.
“Did you lose much, Boston?”
He grins at me. “Didn’t bet much, lady. Smart.”
I smile at him. “I like you.”
I step to the last one, and my brows go up. “Well, well. I’ve seen your face before. Maverick, right? You’re the one who caused all the heat with Scarlett Belle. Nice work. That was one hell of a story.”
He grins at me, and it is obvious immediately he is related to Malakai. The two look very similar, only Maverick’s hair is shorter, and he isn’t loaded with as many tattoos. But he’s still big, and still gorgeous.
“That’s me.”
“I have to know.” I grin, crossing my arms. “Are you still with her? I adore her!”
“Sure am, and I’ll have to introduce you.”
“Really?” I cry out, clapping my hands. “Awesome.”
I turn and face who must obviously be Mason. The owner of this massive house. He’s staring at me, eyes so intense I fight the urge to look away. I don’t, though; instead, I just watch him until he finally speaks. “You got experience?”
I cross my arms. “Well, I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Not what I asked.”
I narrow my eyes. “Yes. I have experience.”