It was a two bedroom bungalow with a large front porch and exposed wooden beams inside. It was rustic without being oppressively so. It gave the impression of a rural property in the middle of a typical neighborhood that was just a couple minutes from the main area of town.
"We haven't been allowed out of the clubhouse in days," Dezi griped, looking away from the pretty red-headed server that had started a few weeks ago.
"Sure you have," I said, flipping through my papers as I stood behind the counter. "To work. But you conveniently kept disappearing while we were handing out jobs," I reminded him, smirking.
"All work, no play, boss man. It isn't good for morale," he declared, going toward the dessert case to check out the selections.
"You'll get a chance to wild out again once—" I started trailing off when the door opened, and in walked Danny.
I hadn't so much as caught sight of her since the night of my accident. I'd shot her a text saying we had nothing, and she'd sent me back one that said simply, "Same."
When my gaze landed on her, there was a flip-flopping sensation in my stomach that I immediately wrote off as surprise, not expecting to see her in one of my spaces. Especially outside of Navesink Bank.
She was alone, which seemed completely reckless to me, considering she was facing the same unknown threat that I was. Shouldn't her club want to protect her, like mine was protecting me?
I mean, fine, Dezi had bigger eyes for the food, and Sway for the women, than they did for checking for threats, but they were there. If shit went down, they'd have my back.
"Hey, hun," Mary, the redhead Dezi and Sway had been eyeing up, greeted Danny. "Do you want a booth or the counter?" she asked, grabbing a menu.
"Table toward the back," Danny demanded, not noticing me yet. It wasn't until she slipped into her booth and looked around that she noticed me.
Eye-widening was the only reaction I got out of her.
I shot a glance at Dezi and Sway, making sure they were distracted, then looking back at Danny, jerking my chin toward the hallway where the bathroom was located. Danny followed my gaze, seeing the sign, then nodding.
I waited until she placed her order before getting up and moving toward the bathroom.
"Shit. This isn't the right folder," I declared, snapping it closed. "One more minute, guys," I said, being mostly ignored as I slipped back into my office, then went through the kitchen, to move into a hall the staff used to enter the bathrooms.
I pushed open the women's room, finding Danny standing facing the large mirror, watching me as I moved in. My head jerked to the stalls, silently asking if any were occupied. Getting a head shake, I went in, locking the door behind me, then moving in behind her.
We were supposed to just be working together.
That was it.
Sharing information if we came across anything that was pertinent to both of our clubs against this new enemy.
But that wasn't what had me moving forward, that had me moving in behind her, and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her back against my chest.
She didn't stiffen.
No, she sank into me, leaning back into my body, resting her head on my shoulder, as her gaze watched our reflections, watching as my hand slid upward, snagging the zipper of her sweatshirt, and sliding it downward.
A low groan escaped me at finding nothing underneath but her key necklace and unexpectedly sexy and feminine bustier with black sides up her belly with lace up the front, the same lace that covered the cups of the bra.
The toughness of her external persona mixed with the soft, feminine lingerie she wore was a fucking intoxicating combination.
My hand flattened against her stomach, feeling the soft lace as it moved upward, flipping the straps down her shoulders, then sliding down one cup of her bra, then the other, exposing her to my hungry gaze.
My palms covered her breasts, feeling the way her nipples hardened against them almost immediately as a deep exhale escaped her.
"This is a bad idea," she told me, voice airless as my fingers found her nipples, rolling them, feeling her press her chest outward into my touch.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Feels good, though, doesn't it?" I asked, finding her gaze in the mirror as my fingers tightened, twisted.
"Why are we doing this?" she asked as her breathing got quicker and more shallow.
"I don't know," I admitted, because I didn't. I didn't understand the attraction between us. Maybe it was simply because it was forbidden, because everyone would tell us we couldn't do it. That had, historically, always been like catnip for people. Everyone wanted to do what they were told they couldn't.
Still, there was something inside me that whispered it was more than that.