“What is it you want, assholes?” she bit out in frustration.
To her shock the door actually opened and a new guy stepped in. He stood in the doorway. A veritable wall of muscle. Clean cut, with dark hair and a tan, he wore a blue shirt, jeans and a leather jacket. Surprisingly, she couldn’t see any ink on him. Then again, the only skin exposed was his face, neck and forearms.
Still, he wasn’t the type of guy she typically associated with belonging to an MC.
Right, and how much do you actually know about motorcycle clubs, Eden?
He studied her for a moment then gave a nod as though he was having some conversation in his head.
“Boss wants to see you.”
“Well, that’s just awesome. Only thing is, I’m kind of busy. If I don’t get home shortly then my brothers are going to come looking for me. Did I mention they know I’m here?”
He just stared at her calmly, not buying a word of her bluff.
Be calm, Eden. Maybe you can still get out of here alive and without Clint finding out.
Or Zeke.
Nope. Not going to think about him. She needed her wits about her to get out of this.
“So, ah, I’ll just be leaving. Okay?” Drat. That didn’t come off sounding even the slightest bit authoritative.
One dark eyebrow rose. Oh shit, this guy was freaking scary. If she’d thought surfer-biker guy was dangerous then she didn’t even have words to describe this guy. There was no emotion on his face.
None.
Just a raised eyebrow and a coldness that ran deep.
“Boss wants to see you,” he repeated.
“Yeah, I heard you the first time.” Calm, Eden. “Who is the boss exactly?”
“You came here without knowing who you were up against?”
She almost squirmed at those words. They were condescending, incredulous, and she felt like a naïve child.
“Up against? I didn’t know we were at war.” She forced herself to smile at him.
No reaction.
Well, shit. She’d expected some sort of response.
“Guess that depends on your answers to the boss’s questions.”
His voice was low, each word almost dragged out of him as though he didn’t like expending the energy to talk to her.
“Look, I’m not here for any trouble. I’m here because a friend left me a message, and she sounded scared. I thought she worked here, but maybe I was wrong. She’s obviously not here so I’ll go.”
His other eyebrow joined the first one.
Damn, she wished she could read eyebrow. It was a language she had never mastered.
“We know that, girl. We heard the message she left.”
“How the hell did you do that? My phone is password protected.”
The biker sighed. A deep, long sigh that was far more dramatic than she thought necessary. “Really? You think some little password can keep people out of your phone? Jesus, girl, who’s supposed to be minding you?”