If someone had told Pixie a year ago that he would happily sit doing nothing but staring at Suzy for hours at a time, he’d have laughed at them. He wasn’t the kind of man to be controlled by a woman. He did the controlling. Suzy wasn’t even begging for his attention or doing anything appealing. She was reading through paperwork, placing it in random orders.
On her lap were a pen and a notepad as she made the odd scribble here and there.
His cock thickened, and he wanted her so badly. Checking the time, he saw it was a little after five. He’d been so riveted by her that he hadn’t even noticed the time.
“Time’s up, and I’ll let James know you worked overtime.”
“Oh, crap.” She stood up, and looked down at the mess. “What do I do? I’ve made good headway, but I don’t know where to put it all.”
“Leave it here, and I’ll lock the office. No one will come in, and I’ll talk to James when he’s here.”
“Awesome.” She tucked behind her ears the hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. “Tour?”
“Yep.” He held out his arm. “Take my arm, and I will show you the danger that is the Dirty Fuckers MC.”
“You’re rather playful, do you know that?”
“You inspire me.”
She giggled, taking his arm. They left the office, and Pixie locked the door, pocketing the key. Just from watching her, he’d seen that she had done a lot of work today, and he didn’t want her to lose any of that time.
Several of the club brothers were in the bar. Some were talking, others were doing some work, and he nodded at all of them. Each one said hello to Suzy. She was known to all of them seeing as she was friends with a couple of the club members.
“This is the main bar. We open up to some of the local couples, men and women. Most of the time we’re selective. Leo and Paul will man the door for a little time, and when we have enough people, we don’t allow anyone in.”
“So it’s not a real bar, right?”
“It is and it isn’t. We don’t do rowdy shit. The last thing we want is to deal with the cops being called. This is a selective club. Feel honored to be working here.”
Once again, he got a giggle. He loved that sound, and intended to make her provide him with many more.
“You’re a little crazy, do you know that?”
“Totally.” He was crazy for her.
“You okay, Suzy?” Damon asked. He was tapping away on the computer, wearing a pair of glasses.
“You’re going to ruin your cred if you keep wearing them. You’re supposed to be a badass,”
Pixie said.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m a badass that can’t see shit without them. You liking the new job?” he asked.
“It’s … interesting.”
Damon chuckled. “Interesting?”
“Yeah, James doesn’t understand the first meaning of order, does he?”
“Ah, he’s got you on file duty. I wouldn’t worry. You’ll ace it.”
“Thank you, Damon.”
Pixie didn’t like the easy banter between Damon and his woman. “Of course she’ll ace it. It’s why I asked James to give her a job.”
“You did, did you?” Damon asked. “Pixie helping out a woman. That doesn’t sound like you.”
“I’m not all bad.”