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  I haven’t seen him yet, and he stops in surprise when his eyes land on me. “The fuck are you hoppin’ around like that for?”

  “I need to pee, if you must know,” I squeak, becoming desperate.

  He grins. The girl on his arm looks me over and then looks up at him. “Who is that?”

  “She works with me.”

  “She’s a mechanic?” she scowls.

  “Yes, for your information, I am a mechanic. When they wouldn’t accept me on America’s Next Top Model I had no other choice but to turn to grease, since then, my life has been fulfilled.”

  She stares at me, face scrunched, then she turns to Remy and hisses, “I didn’t know you were working with women who look like her.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I yell.

  Remy shakes his head, grin still on his face. “Go wait at the bar, I’ll be there soon,” he tells his woman.

  “Why?”

  “Just do it, yeah?”

  With a glare, she walks off. Remy reaches out and takes my arm, pulling me from the line.

  “Wait, I really need to pee.”

  “There’s another toilet.”

  Say what?

  All this time I’ve been waiting in line and there is another toilet?

  How rude.

  He walks me down the hall, and to the left we go through a door that he unlocks with a key he just pulls right on out of his pocket. We step inside to a large office. Ah, makes sense. Of course this is locked, it is probably filled with illegal trading that they don’t want everyone to see, but it’s something I really, really want to see. Right now, though, I have other things I am thinking about.

  Like peeing.

  I rush to the toilet he points to and it’s sweet, sweet relief. When I’m done, I wash my hands and check I don’t yet look like a drunken rat. I don’t, my makeup is still in place and my hair is good. I straighten my tight, black dress and then turn, walking out.

  Remy is sitting on the sofa, beer in hand, waiting. He glances over at me when I walk out. “Good?”

  “You’re a damned life saver, thank you.”

  I sit down beside him on the sofa, leaning back. “You got another one of those?”

  He stands and walks over to a fridge that’s in the corner beside the desk. He pulls out a beer. If I were a big powerful biker, and I had my own office, I’d have a fridge full of beer too. Because why the hell wouldn’t you?

  He hands me the beer and sits back down. I open it and take a sip. I’ve already had one too many, but I’m not working tomorrow so I figure I can let go a little.

  “What do you think of the party? Does it live up to all your expectations?”

  “Well, there is one thing I haven’t seen yet,” I say, glancing at him.

  “Do I dare ask?”

  “Eve promised me that you see people fucking as the night goes on, like crazy drunken sex. I’m up for that.”

  “The sex or the watching?” he asks me, half smirk on his gorgeous face.

  “Oh, both, but mostly watching because I’ve never watched someone have sex, and I can only imagine how hilarious it would be when they’re drunk.”

  “Hang around, you’ll see it,” he murmurs, “as for the other half of the equation ...”

  I tip my head to the side and look at him. “Are you propositioning me? As my boss, I don’t think that’s very professional.”

  He grins. “I’m not your boss yet, and I’m certain you don’t have a problem with it.”

  “Oh, I don’t, it’s you who should be second guessing your decision.”

  “Why’s that?”

  I take a sip of my beer. “Well, I’m crazy, for one.”

  “Crazy is good in bed.”

  “Fair call. I’m also a little wild, sometimes air headed and when I want to fuck, I want to fuck like right now. I don’t like to wait.”

  He chuckles. “I think I can handle that.”

  “So, what are you suggesting?”

  “We fuck. It’s pretty simple.”

  “Oh, but it isn’t,” I point out. “There is a lot more than that. Do we fuck once, do we fuck twice, are you bending me over cars in the garage? I need to know all of these things.”

  His eyes grow hooded and my god, it’s one hell of a turn on.

  “We fuck whenever we feel like fucking, no attachments, that’s that. Unless you’re a girl who gets attached, in which case we fuck once and be done with it.”

  “I’ve never been attached to a single thing in my life,” I tell him, my face stern.

  It’s the damned truth. I’ve never been in love. I don’t get jealous. I rarely get hurt. I just shut down and leave, that’s how I am. It’s not a good trait, but it’s a trait I’m more than familiar with. I haven’t spoken to my best friend because she slept with Rhett and lied to me about it. While I miss her and at times it hurts, my stubborn pride will allow me to never see her again, if that’s how it has to be.

  “All women tell me that, and yet with you, I fuckin’ believe it.”

  I shrug. “I say it how it is, and if it isn’t the truth, I simply don’t say it. I’m not here to fall in love, Remy, I’m not here to form attachments and get hurt. I’m just here for fun.”

  “I can give you fun.”

  “Well, I’m still sitting here waiting, and as yet, you’ve done nothing to prove that to me.”

  His eyes flash, and he puts his beer down. With a quick swipe of his hand, my beer is tumbling across the ground and he’s hauling me over onto his lap as if I weigh nothing. I land with a thump and my knees fall either side of him and settle on the sofa. He tangles his hand into my hair and jerks my head back, bringing his lips to my neck.

  Oh god.

  Yep.

  I need this.

  He avoids my lips at any cost, which is fine with me, I don’t make out with people either and I’m fine with it. His mouth, however, does wicked things to my flesh. Biting, kissing, licking, he drags his mouth over my skin in a way that has my knees trembling. His hands roam my body, and I sit there and take it. I take the feeling of his cock hardening beneath us, I take the way his fingers slide into my panties and find my pussy, I take the way his other hand makes my hips rock against him.

  “You got protection?” I whisper, moaning as his fingers slide into me, deep, stretching me.

  “Yeah,” he growls.

  I lean back and look at him as he begins a slow thrust, dragging his fingers in and out. I bite my lip as he begins using his thumb on my clit at the same time.

  “Got a sweet fuckin’ pussy,” he murmurs, flicking that bundle of nerves deep inside.

  “Oh god,” I moan, closing my eyes.

  “Keep your eyes on me, I want to watch as you cum.”

  Fuck.

  I open my eyes again and look at him. He keeps doing what he’s doing and it has been so long, my body reacts quickly. I cum with a soft moan and a tremble that has his eyes growing so dark it’s hard to look away.

  He slides his fingers from me and brings them to his mouth, sucking slowly as he watches my reaction. God, he’s sexy as fuck, and I like everything about what he’s doing to me.

  “How do you want to be fucked?” he asks, his voice husky and deep.

  “On my knees,” I whisper.

  “Fuck. I like you.”

  Most men do. I’m very forward. I know what I want and I ask for it.

  I get off his lap and stand, slowly removing my clothes as I watch him. He pulls his jeans down, freeing his very hard, very thick, and very appealing cock. He strokes it as he watches me undress. I slowly shuffle out of my dress, revealing every inch of my body to him little by little. I have a beautiful body, and I have the confidence to match. I slowly slide my panties down and then turn before I stand, letting him get a great view of my ass.

  “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he murmurs, huskily.

  I continue to undress until I’m standing fully naked in front of him. The look he gives me is the look
I seek, the one of passion and desire, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. I know my emotional internal issues cause this desperate need for admiration, but I’m okay with it. Completely.

  I turn slowly and get down on my hands and knees.

  I know the view he’s got right now is that of a porn movie.

  I love every second of it.

  Especially when he lets out a long, slow growl.

  He comes up behind me, his hands sliding over my body. I close my eyes, letting the feel of him wash over my senses. He touches every inch of me, before leaning over me, his cock pressing against my pussy, his mouth touching the flesh of my neck. I moan softly as he pushes into me. There’s something about this position I love so much, it’s almost wild, animalistic. It’s thrilling.

  With one deep, hard push, Remy is inside me.

  I whimper, fingernails digging into the carpeted floor as he begins to fuck me.

  And oh, fuck me he does.

  His hands on my hips, his body slamming into mine, his throaty growls and deep grunts of pleasure mixing with my moans. It’s incredible. When he leans down, wrapping his arm around my middle and pressing his chest to my back as he rides me, my vision blacks out for a second. No man has ever done it like that, the feeling is out of this world and brings me to entirely new heights.

  “Oh, god,” I scream. “Remy.”

  “Fuck,” he growls, slamming into me harder and harder.

  We cum at the same time, my screams and his grunts blending together in the most incredible melody. My mind swims as I come down from a high quite unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Remy pulls up to his knees, taking me with him, keeping those big arms wrapped around my middle. He brings his mouth to my ear. “This isn’t a one time thing, I’ll be doing that again.”

  I shiver.

  “Sounds good to me,” I murmur.

  He presses a kiss to my neck and releases me.

  A feeling washes through me, a sensation unlike anything I’ve felt before.

  Nobody has ever kissed me like that.

  It sounds stupid, I know, but it was different to the usual neck kiss someone gives you to turn you on.

  It was the same kind of kiss someone gives you on your forehead, a gentle kiss, a kiss that has feeling.

  Well damn.

  Who is Remy, and where do I get more of him?

  AS REMY USES THE BATHROOM to clean up, I take my chance to get information.

  I rush to the desk and start quickly looking through the drawers, on the desk, in the filing cabinet. I have minutes, if I’m lucky. Eyes darting to the door every few seconds, I take photos of anything that might benefit my father. I don’t know what half of it is, but there are a few papers that look like they’re packed with information. Names and numbers, locations and dates. It’s the best I’ve got.

  I just sit back on the sofa when Remy walks out, fully dressed again. I cleaned up first, so I’m ready to get back into it. I give him a smile, as if I wasn’t just shuffling through everything in this room. “You better go find your princess, she’s probably still waiting in her tower for you.”

  Remy grins. “Trust me, babe. That ain’t no princess.”

  I laugh, taking his hand when he extends it. “What is she then?”

  “She’s the fuckin’ evil step sister.”

  I chuckle as we walk back out and Remy locks the door again. I turn to him and take a swift bow. “I guess that’s my cue. Thanks for the ride, Remy.”

  He grins at me, and I throw him a wink before turning and joining the crowd again. Needing a bit of fresh air, I walk outside and stand away from the crowds of people.

  “There you are!”

  I turn to see Eve, Poppy, and Ramona walking toward me, drinks in their hands.

  “We’ve been looking for you, we thought you left,” Poppy tells me.

  “Oh, I got caught up.” I grin, taking the drink Eve hands me.

  “That sounds like a story I want to hear.” Ramona leans in, brows raised.

  I grin at her. “I was enjoying a little one on one time with Remy.”

  “Girl what?” Eve shrieks. “How the? When? Just now?”

  I laugh. “Yep.”

  “So you two ....” Ramona makes a thrusting motion.

  “Oh, yes,” I confirm.

  “Damn, girl, you don’t waste any time.” Poppy nods her approval. “That man is fine.”

  “You’d know.” Eve winks at her.

  “Wait,” I say, spinning to Poppy. “You’ve been with Remy?”

  Poppy laughs. “Once, and it was mostly to get at Beckett. But, I’m sure you know, it wasn’t a waste of time.”

  I nod. “Oh, definitely not.”

  “How did you go from drinking to fucking the hot biker?” Eve asks.

  I tell them the whole story, and they listen intently, big smiles on their faces.

  “Wow.” Ramona nods when I’m done. “You don’t waste any time. I like it. I like a girl who knows what she wants.”

  “Speaking of,” Poppy says, rubbing her belly, “I know what I want, and it’s one of Eve’s muffins. Can we sneak into Wildflowers?”

  Eve claps her hands. “Let me go and steal a bottle of vodka, and then yeah, we’re in.”

  She turns and rushes off. I take a sip of the drink in my hand.

  “So, are you and Remy a thing?” Poppy asks.

  “No,” I say quickly. “No, I don’t do things. We’re just fucking.”

  “That’s what everyone says, until they aren’t,” Ramona points out.

  “I’m sure plenty of girls say this, but I’m the rare occasion where it doesn’t go to shit.” I laugh. “I don’t do attachment, never have, never will. Remy is good with that. We’re fine.”

  “You’ve never been in love then?” Poppy asks, leaning against the railing for the stairs.

  “Nope,” I admit. “Not even close. I’ve had boyfriends, liked them, all of that. But, yeah, attachment, love and romance isn’t really my thing. Sex, on the other hand ...”

  “Well,” Poppy says with a wink, “you certainly found the right person to satisfy that need.”

  Ramona nods. “Remy is hot.”

  “As fuck,” I agree.

  “Okay,” Eve says, returning with a bottle of vodka in her hands. “Let’s go.”

  “Isn’t Riggs going to wonder where you are?” Poppy asks her.

  “Nope, I told him where we are going. They’re all busy playing pool. They’ll come by soon. Let’s roll.”

  Sounds damned good to me.

  We walk over to Wildflowers and Eve unlocks the door. We take a seat at the table, opening the bottle of vodka and pouring it into some orange juice Eve brings out, along with some leftover pastries she had from today’s efforts. She has heated them up, and while drunk, they’re damned delicious. As I drink and talk, I forget about the mission and why I’m actually here. I keep thinking about how good it feels to be making friends, and working, and getting my life back in order.

  I think about Remy, and every time I do, a shiver runs through my body.

  I wonder if he’d be up for round two tonight?

  I pull out my phone and text him. I have his number due to work, so it’s a win win, really.

  G – What are your thoughts on round two?

  It takes him a minute to reply, but when he does, my legs tremble a little.

  R – I’m ready. Where are you?

  Oh boy.

  G – Wildflowers.

  R – Go out back.

  I stand, and with a wicked grin, I look at the girls. “I’ve got a date.”

  Eve’s eyes widen. “Girl, what?”

  I show them the message.

  Ramona squeals. “Girl, you’re bad. I love it. Go and get that man. Get him.”

  Poppy chuckles. “You’re a devil, I wish I had that drive. You better come back in here and tell us how it goes.”

  “Oh, I will.”

  I take my phone, my vodka, and I
walk out the back of Wildflowers. I stand against the wall and wait, sipping my drink. A minute later, Remy rounds the corner with a drink and a smoke in his hand. Something about that combination makes my heart skip a beat. He’s so bad ass, and yet so charmingly gorgeous. It’s hard to define the two.

  “You going to share that?” I murmur, staring at the cigarette.

  He walks over, bringing it up to my lips. I take a long inhale and breathe it out slowly, watching as he does the same.

  “Never been requested for twice in one night,” he tells me, eyes hooded.

  “You haven’t met me then, I can go more, believe me.”

  “Don’t have more to give after this, babe.”

  I laugh. “We’ll wait until morning then.”

  He grins. “Doubtful.”

  He leans in close, hand clasping my side, pulling me to him. He flicks the cigarette after taking one last inhale, bringing his mouth close to mine so I can suck in the smoke that slowly trickles from his lips. God damn I want to kiss him, I never want to kiss anyone but right now, I could easily get lost in his lips.

  “You ever been fucked against a wall?” he murmurs.

  “I can’t say I have.”

  “Well, you’re about to be.”

  “Remy?”

  The sound of a voice calling his name has us both pausing, it’s a female and, by the sound of it, the same one he was with at the club. He exhales.

  “If we don’t breathe, maybe she’ll go away?” I whisper.

  He grunts. “Doubt it.”

  “Remy, I saw you come behind here. Are you here?”

  “Fuck me,” he growls.

  “I guess we’ll take a raincheck,” I murmur.

  “Looks like we have to.”

  He turns his head to the side and kisses my neck in a way that has my entire body trembling. “Catch you later, babe.”

  He takes a step back and disappears.

  Well then.

  Consider me completely fucked.

  6

  “GABRIELLA!”

  I open my eyes to my father’s angry voice. It takes me a moment to focus enough to see him staring down at me, an angry expression on his face. He’s waving around his phone, glaring at me.