My skin started burning and I was pretty sure it was pink top-to-toe as his eyes slid the length of me. When he made it to the top of the steps, he looked down at me and he didn’t look happy.
“What’re you doin’ here?” he asked.
I stared at him, surprised. I mean, I’d told him on Saturday night I was his new office manager.
Didn’t I?
So I said, “I work here.”
“You what?”
“I work here.”
His eyes did a top-to-toe again then he repeated after me, “You work here.”
“Yes, Eloise hired me. I’m taking over for her. I’m your new office manager.”
He stared down at me and he didn’t look any less unhappy. In fact, he looked unhappier.
Then he stated, “You’re shittin’ me.”
I fought against biting my lip again, succeeded and shook my head.
Apparently, Tack wasn’t a big fan of working alongside women he’d loved and left. Or, in my case, loved and then kicked out of his bed.
I found this interesting, not in a good way but it was interesting nonetheless.
Then Tack announced, “You don’t work here anymore.”
I blinked up at him as my hand automatically reached out and grasped the railing beside me.
“What?” I whispered.
“Babe, not good,” he growled. “What the f**k were you thinkin’?”
“About what?” I asked.
He leaned in and it hit my fogged, stunned, fired before I even started brain that he was even unhappier than before and I had to admit, it was a little scary.
“I do not work with bitches who’ve had my dick in their mouth,” he declared and that was when my skin stopped burning and felt like it was combusting.
“But,” I started when I could speak again, “I thought I told you I was your new office manager.”
“You did not,” he returned.
“I’m pretty sure I did,” I told him.
“You didn’t,” he replied.
“No, I think I did.”
He leaned even closer to me and growled, “Red. You. Did. Not.”
“Okay,” I whispered because he was now definitely scaring me but also because I actually wasn’t pretty sure I did, I was just kind of sure I did.
“I do not f**k anyone who’s got my signature on their paycheck,” he again made his opinion perfectly clear and my mind raced to find a solution to this new dilemma at the same time it struggled with fighting back the urge to run as fast as I could to my car and peel right the heck out of Ride Custom Cars and Bikes forecourt and get as far away from this freaking scary guy as I could.
I mean, what was I thinking? I thought he was beautiful. Perfect. My motorcycle dream man.