“Great,” she said, stepping onto the elevator with him and standing way too close for his comfort. “I’ll ride along. That way you and I can get to know each other a little better and I’ll be able to see where Bella’s daycare is.” He wasn’t sure that he liked that idea. First—having to spend time with Trinity in a car was going to be awkward as hell. Second, Ace wasn’t sure that he liked the idea of her knowing where his daughter went to daycare, but she wasn’t giving him much choice in the matter.
“You are probably the pushiest woman I’ve ever met,” he said under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear him. She shot him a look over her shoulder and smiled up at him.
“I take that as a compliment,” Trinity said.
“You shouldn’t,” he grumbled. “It wasn’t meant as one. What is it you said you did for a living, Trinity?” he asked.
“I don’t believe I ever mentioned what I do for a living, Ace,” she said. The smirk on her pouty lips made him want to push her up against the elevator wall and kiss it right off her. God, he needed to get laid or he’d go and do something stupid, like kiss his ex’s sister in a fucking elevator.
“I’m guessing lawyer,” he said. Her gasp gave her away—he had guessed correctly.
“How did you know?” she questioned.
“You just remind me of a lawyer,” he said, shrugging as if it was no big deal.
“I’ll take that as a compliment too,” she said.
“Again, you shouldn’t. It wasn’t meant as one, Trinity. I’ve known my fair share of lawyers in my time, and I can’t say that I’ve ever met one that I liked.” Sure, that was a bit below the belt, but he didn’t have the patience for small talk—not today. Not after the day he had just had and it wasn’t over yet.
“Plaintiff or defendant?” she asked.
“What?” he questioned.
“Which side were you on? Did you break the law or were you the plaintiff claiming that someone wronged you?” she asked.
“Which do you think?” he fired his question back at her, interested to know how she saw him—as the gritty biker or business owner.
“Well, you own a casino and a bar, so I’m going with the plaintiff. Someone did you wrong and you had to go after them for the sake of your business. Do I have that right?” she asked. He didn’t want to seem surprised, but he was. She saw him as the business owner and that shocked the hell out of him, especially with the way she looked at him after their first meeting when she dropped off Arabella. Trinity couldn’t seem to get out of his bar fast enough that night.
“Yeah,” he breathed. He walked through the lobby and held the door for her. Reese would have called for his car and as soon as he stepped outside, it was pulled up to the curb.
“This is me,” he said, pointing to the black Mercedes G-Class. It had just been delivered two days prior and he was getting used to not having his bike waiting for him at the curb after he left the office for the day.
“Nice,” she said. “I didn’t have you pegged as a Mercedes kind of guy though, Ace.”
“I wasn’t—not until Arabella came back into my life. Charity had a nice SUV that she drove with the baby. I had my bike and well, I think it’s frowned upon to put a car seat on the back of that thing. So, I picked this up.” Ace held the door open for her and she climbed into the passenger seat. He could feel her eyes on him as he rounded the SUV to get into the driver’s side. He wasn’t sure if she was shocked or impressed by him, but one thing was for sure—he liked the way she watched him.