of the blonde woman that comes in here almost every fucking night.
“Carla, how was work?” She works in accounting for a big firm somewhere fancy schmancy. She always comes in here and talks about her lack of a sex life and her god awful boss. To me he sounds interesting. Maybe somebody I’d fuck, but to Carla he’s too over the top.
“Not too bad. Just was a pain in my butt like always. Oh, and we got a new girl on my floor. He’s moved on from harassing me to going after her,” she sighs. Is she fucking jealous? I grab the vodka and pour her a shot. Setting it in front of her, I see her peek up at me with a shy smile.
“Jealousy is not pretty on you, babe.”
“Whitley, I am not jealous. He’s annoying. He thinks he’s so high and mighty. Thinks he’s so much better than-”
I cut her off. “He’s hot. He’s rich. He has a dirty mouth. Seems pretty damn good to me,” I tell her. Carla’s mouth drops open as I giggle at her.
“Yo Whit, come here. I’ve got a new job for you,” Joe calls out to me from down the bar. I turn and look at him over my shoulder only to find a fucking smirk on Satan’s face.
“Who is that?” Carla asks dreamily.
“That, my friend, is the devil himself.”
Chapter 7
Mason
She glances over her shoulder while her little friend stares down at us. Joe just shakes his head and turns back toward me.
“She’ll give you hell. I’m not so sure about this Mason,” he says keeping his eyes on me.
“You think I can’t handle a little blonde for a few days?” I ask him with a smirk.
“She isn’t just a little blonde. I learned that lesson very quickly. She’s snarky and she has a mouth from hell. I don’t think there’s much that she won’t do.” I like his answer. There isn’t much I won’t do either. Although, I don’t know how I let him talk me into this shit. I don’t like bitches on my bike. I don’t like the idea of her tagging along on my run either, but I have too much respect for Joe to tell him no. If he needs help, I’ll gladly do it.
“What’s this about a new job? Hand job? Blow job? Which do you want?” she beams up at Joe as she walks over to him with her hands on her hips.
“None of the above, princess. You remember I told you the bar was shutting down for a few days while I get some repairs done? Well, I set you up on another job while that happens,” Joe tells her. She looks at him like he’s lost his mind. It’s a little funny to watch her in her element.
“What the hell are you talking about Joe? I can just lie around in my bed for those few days. Get caught up on my sex life. You better make this good,” she snaps, but I see the tease in her.
“My boy Mason is heading out for work. He’s got shit to do and some of it might require a female to be present. Think you can handle that?” he asks her. I watch her face scrunch up.
“Who the hell is Mason?” she snaps.
“He is,” Joe tells her pointing at me. She slowly turns her head to look at me and giggles. Fucking giggles.
“Satan?” she asks pointing over her head at me with her thumb.
“What?”
“That’s Satan. We’ve met.”
“When the hell did you meet Mason?” Joe barks at her.
“Few weeks ago. In an alley. We had a lovely evening if I remember correctly.” Oh, she fucking remembers all right.
“How’s your back?” I ask, fucking with her just a little bit. I want to see what she’s truly made of.
“Healed up nicely,” she winks at me.
“Jesus fucking Christ. I’m not asking anything else. I don’t want to fucking know. You want the job Whitley?” Joe asks her. She shrugs her shoulders and walks away.
“I don’t think Satan can pay me well enough. Honestly, I-”
“A thousand a day,” I call out to her. She stops walking and slowly turns to face me. Her hands come up to her damn hips yet again. Her eyes narrow before she comes back over toward me.
“I am not some high priced prostitute. Whatever the fuck you’re thinking-”
“Fine, fifty a day,” I say cutting her off again. The girl barks out a laugh so loud she throws her head back.