“I was just about to call you,” she answered her phone.
I smiled to myself; one, her voice was so goddamn sexy, and two, she sounded breathless and excited to hear from me. Those two things turned me the fuck on.
“Need to speak to your Mum, babe.”
“Do you call all women babe?”
Where the fuck had that come from? “No. Why?”
“I’m not used to men I’ve just met calling me babe straight away. You know, usually we have to be dating for a man to call me babe.”
“You want me to take you on a date?” Shit, now where the fuck had that come from?
“Not necessarily, I just wanted to know if the babe thing was something special.”
“It is.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
“And babe?”
“Yeah?”
“Lunch, today. I’m taking you on a date. Be ready at twelve thirty.”
“Scott, you don’t have to take me on a date. That was just an example.”
“I don’t make a habit out of doing things I don’t want to do; especially not with women. So, when I say I’m taking you on a date, it’s because I want to take you on a date.”
“Okay.” Soft again. Christ, that hit the spot.
“Now, put your Mum on.”
Cheryl came on the phone and I placed my cake order and then hung up and sat back in my chair. My dick was so fucking hard right now and my ability to concentrate was shot. I had a shitload of work to do but I needed a break, to clear my head. Leaving the office, I walked out into the bar area of the clubhouse, adjusting myself as I went.
Griff came through the door just after me. “I think I’ve figured out who’s been hanging around Indigo lately and who might have tried to break the back lock,” he said.
I gave him my full attention. “Who?”
“A couple of Bullet’s boys.”
“Shit. What the fuck are they playing at?”
He shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“I’ve got a bad feeling about Bullet at the moment. He sent one of his boys around to my place this morning with subtle threats. I think he’s betting on Blade continuing his expansion so he’s putting a plan into place to come after us as well as Blade.”
Griff considered what I’d said. “Sounds about right. Might pay for us to up security at Indigo, plus I’ll check our other businesses to see if they’ve had any problems.”
“Good idea. Let Dad know too.”
“Will do,” he replied, and went to leave, “I’m out for the rest of the afternoon, but I’ll be at Indigo tonight to work on that security upgrade.”
“Thanks,” I said, still contemplating what we’d just discussed about Bullet. After what had happened with Nix, I thought that Bullet had been committed to fixing the relationship between our two clubs. Seems I was wrong.
Chapter 18
Harlow