Torch (Great Wolves MC) - Jayne Blue Page 0,2
... no!” she said, blushing. “I’m not …”
“This is a private party, honey,” I said. “The Den will be open to the public again tomorrow night.”
She shook her head. I still had my hands on her upper arms. Damn. Maybe I had it all wrong. Because I couldn’t shake the idea of smudging those perfectly painted-on lips as she wrapped them around my …
“Paperwork!” she said. “I came with my uncle to help keep track of some paperwork on the beer distribution deal.”
She might have been speaking French. I couldn’t stop staring at her and had to force my eyes from traveling down. One of the buttons on her blouse had come open.
She flashed me a nervous smile and I let her go. She smoothed her skirt. She wobbled a little as she started to turn. Those heels were so damn high.
“Torch,” I said.
Color came into her cheeks. She was checking me out too. She tried to play it off, but I saw. Whoever she was, this girl wasn’t used to leather and ink like I wore.
A raucous cheer went up as Mallory finished the last of her set. I looked over the girl’s shoulder. A few of the wives had started heading out. It meant the party would start taking a turn soon.
“Well,” I said. “You better get back to your paperwork.”
Her perfect red lips formed a little ‘o’ that revved me up in a different way.
“Right,” she said.
As she was about to go back out there, I grabbed her again.
“Excuse me!” she said.
I pointed to her chest. She looked down and turned almost purple with embarrassment. It was an important button after all. I could see the tops of her breasts and her pink lace bra.
“Oh,” she said. I let her go. Fumbling, she fixed her button. She smoothed her hair back, even though it didn’t need it.
“Better head on out,” I said. “You should be safe from the wolves now.”
She let out a nervous laugh that just stoked the fire in me even more. Shit. If she’d stayed a second longer, I was the wolf most likely to eat her whole.
Chapter Two
Sydney
“How’s your head this morning?”
My Uncle George peered around the corner, straightening his tie. His bald scalp glistened under the fluorescent lights. I busied myself straightening stacks of paper scattered all over his desk.
“My head?” I asked. “I didn’t really drink anything. You said it was a working night.”
He tilted his head, regarding me. “Good girl,” he said. “I just lost you there for a little while. I hope those boys didn’t give you too much trouble. I probably should have warned you. Things can get kind of rough at the Wolf Den when it’s club members only.”
“No, no,” I said. “It was fine. They were all perfectly nice. To be honest, I don’t think any of them really noticed I was there.”
As I said it, a flash of heat went through me. There was one. His smoldering dark eyes had cut right through me. He’d been subtle about it, but I caught him looking me up and down like he wanted to devour me.
My hands shook as I picked up the last stack of papers.
“Well, good,” Uncle George said. “It’s important for them to start getting used to you if you’re going to be working for me a while.”
It was odd the way he said it. Get used to me. As if the members of the Great Wolves M.C. were a bunch of wild animals, and I was the new zookeeper. By the look in my uncle’s eyes, I wondered if that wasn’t too far off from what he meant.
“Do you ... I mean ... that club. They’re your biggest client.”
Uncle George nodded. “My bread and butter, Sydney. The Den is big business. It’s a national chain now. Then there are the gyms, the security firm; now with this craft beer distribution deal, the GWMC is going to keep the lights on for me for years to come. And they don’t trust just anyone. So, the sooner you start networking, the better. It’ll take a load off me if I can rely on you to run things back and forth. Overlook a few things that don’t require you to have a law degree.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I mean it.”
I did. If Uncle George hadn’t agreed to let me come work for him, I didn’t know where I’d be.
He came further into the reception area. Right now, he had a paralegal named Jason working for him upstairs.