“I like you speechless,” I call out and follow her toward her office.
“Fuck off, biker boy.” She flashes me her middle finger in her wake.
“No boy here. I can whip my cock out and show you if you’d like.” She’s silent, but I’m able to make out another quiet huff from her, and my shoulders shake with a silent chuckle.
We get to her office, and she plops down behind her desk. She’s crazy if she thinks that hunk of wood will put any distance between us. I round the large piece of furniture and prop my ass on the edge of the desk right beside her.
“What are you doing? Sit in the chair!” she orders, and I don’t budge.
“I’m good right here unless you want to sit with me on my lap.”
“Whatever, cupcake. Now, why are you here in my face?”
“Just stopping by to make sure no other Fists came by.”
“No, it’s been quiet since last night.”
“Mmm.” My icy gaze flicks over her, taking in the cleavage from her fitted, cotton tank. It’s white and smudged with various specks of grease. This woman is a full-on gear head, and it’s sexy as fuck. “Fuck, why do you have to be so stubborn? Especially looking like that.”
“Me? You’re the one who keeps coming around to bug me.”
“I just want to fuck you and then maybe I’ll leave you alone.”
“Oh, I know your type, and that won’t be happening.”
“How about I take you for a ride?”
“We both know I drive faster, so no.”
“Dinner?”
“I already ate.”
“Fine.” The word leaves me with a growl, and I frown. Chevelle’s much more difficult than most women I deal with. You’d think it’d be a deterrent, but it just makes me want her more. This is bullshit.
“See, you can go back to your club now.”
“Nah, I think I’ll stick around.” She wants me gone it seems, so naturally, I won’t be going anywhere.
“Excuse me? And do what exactly?”
“Stare at you all day?”
“Not likely. These cheesy lines leave me as dry as the Sahara.”
“Doubtful. I bet that pussy’s clenching and begging to feel my fingers, then my tongue, and last but far from least, my cock.”
“In that order, huh? You’ve thought of this?”
“Every damn day since I’ve laid eyes on you.”
“Wow, so an entire week. Excuse me if I don’t feel so special.”
“You’re infuriating.”
“And you’re welcome to leave,” she argues, and I have to tuck my hands across my chest. I can feel them beginning to shake, and I just want to make her submit while I bend her ass over this desk and fuck her until she apologizes for her snarky retorts.
“Fine, if we aren’t going to dinner, then do you have anything to eat?”