Revive (Storm MC 3)

“Settle petal, I didn’t mean it. I just needed to get your bloody attention.” He pointed outside. “Look at that beautiful specimen of man meat.” He ended his statement on a sigh and I turned my gaze in the direction he’d pointed.

“Holy shit,” I murmured; he was right. Walking towards us was a tall, well built guy who was covered in tats; he looked like sex on legs.

“Oh good Lord in man heaven, I think he’s coming in here!” Bobby exclaimed. He narrowed his eyes on me. “He’s mine sweet cheeks, and don’t you fucking argue. You got to talk to that sinfully sexy biker dude this morning so it’s only fair that this one is for me.”

I rolled my eyes. “That biker dude from this morning might look hot, but he’s an asshole. If he ever comes back in here, he’s all yours.”

“Thanks, but first I’m having this one.” He shoved me out of the way as he fell over himself to get to the guy the moment he pushed through the door. “Why hello, gorgeous. To what do we owe the pleasure?” His voice practically purred the words and I stifled a laugh. I realised now that I’d actually met this man before; at Madison’s wedding a few weeks ago. I couldn’t remember his name though.

The guy flashed Bobby a huge smile and then blessed me with one as well. He reached out to shake Bobby’s hand and said, “Hi, man.”

Bobby just about melted on the spot. Goodness, this was too funny. The guy was obviously not gay but Bobby was so over the top confident that he always thought he had a shot with every man he met. “Lovely to meet you. I’m Bobby, and your name is?”

“Nash,” he answered, and then looked at me, “And you must be Roxie.”

That’s right; Nash. “Yes, I’m Roxie. Let me guess, Madison sent you?”

His chuckle filtered through the room drawing my clients’ attention, and they ogled him and all his gorgeous muscles. “Pretty obvious, huh?”

“Yeah, and the answer is still no.”

“Sweet thing, it should be a no brainer for you. You’ve got a problem that we can help you with. You obviously need some help figuring out who keeps breaking in and that kind of work is my specialty.”

I sighed. “You guys just don’t get it. I don’t want any help with this; I’m quite capable of handling my own shit.”

He considered that for a moment. “Why are you resisting this? You and Madison have become good friends over the past few months; she just wants to help out a friend. There’s no hidden agenda here, babe.”

“I know. But let’s just say that I have my reasons, and leave it at that.”

Bobby decided to wade into the conversation at that point. “I vote we let Nash help you on this one, sweetie.”

I scowled at him. “Shut it, Bobby. You just want an excuse to perv on Nash.”

“You know me too well. Please tell him yes,” he pleaded.

Nash chuckled and jerked his thumb at Bobby. “You should listen to your friend here.”

“You’re not hearing me. I’ve said no and that’s the end of it. And please tell Madison not to send anymore men.” I considered that for a moment. “No, scratch that, I’ll tell her myself.”

The smile that had touched Nash’s lips a moment ago gave way to a perplexed look. “I swear to God, I will never figure women out. One minute you’re screaming for our attention when you feel you’re not getting it and then when we fuckin’ offer it, you slam the door in our face.”

I shrugged. “What can I say? We’re a law unto ourselves. Plus we’ve gotta keep you men guessing; shit gets boring otherwise.”

He shook his head. “Some days I’d just like shit to be boring, babe.”

“Yeah well today’s not your lucky day, hot stuff.”

“You send me away, it might be your last chance at Storm helping you. You good with that?”

“I’m more than good with that.”

He assessed me for a moment longer before saying, “Okay, we’re done here.” And with that, he turned and sauntered out, leaving Bobby open mouthed and stunned. He sent me a foul look. “Why the hell didn’t you say yes?”

“Bobby, the last thing we need is those bossy bikers in our business. Like I said, I’ve got my reasons and for the moment it’s best not to involve them.”

“And what if you decide in the future that you do want them, what then? I don’t think they’ll be back; your chance is gone.”

I had to smile at his naivety. I cocked my head to the side and asked, “Do you really think that if I begged Madison for help later on that she wouldn’t be able to convince her husband to step in and help?”