This man is absolutely adorable, a contrast to what I’m used to at home.
“I may say yes,” I tease.
“I think you’d be perfect for the job.”
“Was that the interview?” His grin widens. I could watch his mouth all day. “You’re hiring me, pretty much sight-unseen because you want to ask me out?”
He takes a moment to look offended. It’s a charming look on him. “I need a receptionist, and you need a job. It’s like this meeting was fate.”
“You walked over here to flirt with me, Dr. Owen, not offer me a job. Are you allowed to flirt with me if I’m your employee?” I play up the teasing tone in my voice because I want more flirting. I want to spend more time in his company. Talking to a man without him staring at my chest is a new experience for me, and being able to grin and flirt back without a brooding vice president drilling holes in the side of my head with his eyes is a nice change of pace, too.
“Call me Owen when we’re alone,” he insists. “Dr. Andrews in the office, of course.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I remain quiet, giving him a simple nod in agreement.
“The job is simple. You’ll be answering the phone, scheduling appointments, checking patients in, and if you can, helping a little in the back.”
I shake my head instantly. “I’m not good with blood.”
It’s the absolute truth, even though I’m the only daughter of a very vengeful father. Maybe his penchant for hurting people at the drop of a hat is what makes my stomach turn at just the thought of someone or something bleeding.
“I meant more like cleaning kennels and calming scared animals.”
“That I can do,” I agree.
“If you want, you can start tomorrow.” Owen reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a business card. “Do you happen to have scrubs?”
“No.” I shake my head with a quick laugh. “Why would I have scrubs?”
Xena has a naughty nurse costume she wore for Halloween last year, but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be impressed with me showing up for my first day on the job with my tits and ass hanging out.
“There’s a great shop in Worcester that won’t bleed you dry.” He jots down something on the back of the card with the pen left by the waitress earlier. He hands me the card with the clinic’s address on the front. “I put my cell phone number and the name of the medical supply shop on the back.”
“Thank you,” I respond.
“Do you need an advance?” He reaches into his back pocket again, pulling his wallet out. “You actually get a monthly uniform stipend.”
“No.” I wave him off. “Thank you though.”
“So, say tomorrow? Nine in the morning?”
“Sounds great.” He stands, holding his hand out to me once again.
I place my palm in his, and suddenly, even after the recent conversation, the goodbye doesn’t seem even remotely professional.
I shouldn’t test my luck. Beginning a job where I know ahead of time that my boss is interested in more than my bedside manner while dealing with people and pets in the community is just asking for trouble, but I spent the last fifteen minutes talking with Owen, and it wasn’t until he walked out of the café that I even remember that Briar exists.Chapter 6Briar
“This isn’t at all what I expected,” I grunt at Lynch as I lift my beer bottle to my lips.
“This isn’t much different from home,” Lynch clarifies.
We watch as dozens of women walk around completely naked. Each one of them wears a thick leather collar that doesn’t seem to be designed for comfort as they offer themselves to the men.
“They’re willing to make your wildest fantasies come true,” Luis explains as he sits on the sofa across from us.
My cock jumps in my jeans at just the mention of feeding my sinister needs, but the strength I’ve drawn from for the last decade calms me almost instantly. Giving into that desire isn’t possible, and thinking of satisfying it with the only girl who gets me fully hard will never be an option. I’d die first before even putting myself in a situation where it could come to fruition.
“President’s pick.” Luis sweeps his arm, encompassing every woman in the vast room.
“No thanks.”
Lynch’s response is to the point, and in our world would never be met with argument. However, we aren’t in our world any longer. We’re in the middle of a mansion that took twenty minute’s worth of security to even enter. We’re weaponless and being eyed by the twenty or so cartel members scattered throughout the room.
Life in an MC can be brutal. The last ten years under Cowboy’s rule back in Sutton proved that. We aren’t afraid to get our hands dirty, but I don’t have to worry about my mother’s safety if I get into an argument with my president.