Screw the rules, I’m screwing her. Ava is off limits.
As the new bartender at The Lucky Lady, she’s protected by a Club rule I freaking hate.
Don’t hook up with the help.
But I can’t keep my eyes off of her.
And my hands? Well, they said I couldn’t sleep with her.
I’ll make sure we never sleep.
She has to feel the rumble of my bike between her legs.
And get off, again and again.
But if the Club finds out, she’s out of a job, and I’m as good as dead.
The President’s son, breaking the rules?
For her.
Anything.