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)
His heat. His scent. His taste.
The intensity of his deep brown eyes once he broke off the kiss.
All of it came flooding back. Playing out on the back of her eyelids like a 3D movie, causing her pussy to clench with wanting a man she shouldn’t mess with.
She didn’t want to want him.
Her body and her brain warred over that fact.
Common sense told her getting involved with the president of the Dark Knights would be just plain stupid.
She jumped out of her skin when she opened her eyes and found Roger standing only a couple of feet away from her with his blond eyebrows pinned together and his cruel mouth twisted.
“What are you doing?”
Hiding from you. “I was… feeling dizzy.” Not a complete lie. Her memory of the kiss with Romeo had made her a bit weak in the knees all over again.
“No surprise. Because you are dizzy.”
Why the hell did she continue to work here and put up with his bullying?
Oh, that’s right, she wanted a job with a professional sports team and, unfortunately, Roger had connections.
That meant, if she flipped him the bird, told him to go to hell, and stomped out, she’d be lucky if she got a job working with a local Little League team. He’d make sure she was blackballed in all of the Pittsburgh area.
Why did assholes have all the power? Most likely because they stepped on the “little people” as they worked their way to the top.
She fought the urge to peek around the column at the clock. If he caught an employee clock watching, he called them out on it. Loudly. Not caring if he embarrassed the person he was berating. Not caring if patients were in the room, including children.
Actually, Roger didn’t care about anyone but himself. The narcissist’s only other love was money. During the last year and a half, she had never once heard the man mention family or friends. Or even a pet.
She might complain and get annoyed sometimes with her MC family but at least she had people who loved her, looked out for her, and would come stand by her side if she called them.
It was pretty much a guarantee if one of Roger’s employees was behind the wheel of their vehicle and he tripped out in the parking lot and fell to the ground, he’d end up as a speed bump. Several times over.
“Since you have fifteen minutes before the end of your shift and you’re only holding up that post, why don’t you go clean the restroom.” It wasn’t a request but an order.
What an asshole.
She was a certified physical therapist, not a custodian. Cleaning toilets was not in her job description or in her future career plans. Did he fire the night custodians because he was such a cheap fucker?
Or did he insult the cleaning company’s workers enough, so they quit? She wouldn’t put it past him if he called them some sort of racist slurs.
The only good thing about working at Smith’s, despite the owner being a douchebag, was that it had a great reputation for helping athletes. But that had more to do with the caring physical therapists he employed, not Roger. It also meant they were always busy and that usually helped the day go faster.
Should she tell him no? If she did, would he be a total dick? Or would he fire her for insubordination? If he did, he could fight her getting unemployment compensation while she searched for a new job.
Then she wouldn’t have her rent or any money at all. If that happened, she’d have to move home. Eventually, she’d also get sick of hearing how she shouldn’t have moved away in the first place. And how life was better in Manning Grove than anywhere else.
Sure it was. If you loved small town living. If you loved everyone being all up in your business. As well as having an opinion on everything you did with your life and not being afraid to share that opinion. Out loud.
And dating? It was slim pickings up there unless she wanted to be with a biker.
She did not.
At least long term.
Because after that kiss, that toe-curling reminder two days ago, one night with a biker able to keep his mouth shut might not be so bad.
Wearing a scowl, Roger barked, “Why are you still standing there?”
He always expected everyone to jump the second he ordered them to jump. He managed the business using fear and intimidation, then put on a fake front when dealing with his clients and vendors.
Someone needed to put Roger in his place. But until she had something better lined up, it wouldn’t be her.
“If you hustle, you can get the toilets scrubbed in the next twelve minutes, so get to it.”
“I didn’t spend years getting my graduate degree to clean toilets.” At least toilets anywhere other than in her apartment.