Making Her His (Beating the Biker 1)
“Not very well.” She bit her lip. “Luke Wade. I had dinner with Luke. We bumped into each other.”
“Luke Wade!” Angela’s voice went up an octave.
Angela giggled. “Does he still have that bad-boy hot sex appeal?”
Emily smiled. Picturing Luke made her bite her lower lip. “He’s not a boy anymore. Trust me on that! He has his own motorcycle repair shop.”
Angela laughed. “So he’s still into motorcycles, ’eh? Don’t tell me he’s an outlaw biker too.”
“No. He’s in a club but they are super nice. Evan showed up drunk at the restaurant and threatened to beat Luke up. He called me a slut and suddenly a bunch of Luke’s gang were standing behind the table, ready to back Luke up.”
“Oh shit. Don’t tell me.”
“Nothing happened. Luke suggested Evan leave and he did. Luke sat back down. It was awesome. He put Evan in his place.”
“What’s the name of the club?”
“Devil something.” Emily snapped her fingers. “Hades’ Spawn. That’s it.”
The phone went silent for a moment. “Emily,” said Angela in a hushed tone. “Don’t you read the papers? That club’s in big trouble. Their president just went to prison for drug dealing. It’s been all over the news. They’re investigating the whole group. Last I heard they were all huge and heavy into drugs. Dealing, using, raping. Everything.”
Emily felt a cold chill run through her. “I’m sure Luke doesn’t—”
“It doesn’t matter, Em. I mean, talk to Justin, but I’m pretty sure he’d tell you the same thing. As long as these charges are outstanding, you should avoid any people that’ll pull you down. It’s not fair, but it’s guilt by association. If a judge thinks you’re associated with lawbreakers, he or she’s going to assume you’re one too.”
Emily wanted to cry all over again. Her sister was right. She was screwed no matter what she did. Damn! What the hell was she going to do?
LUKE HID HIS DISAPPOINTMENT that Emily kept their text conversation short. He got it though. Her job kept her busy. His job should be keeping him busy, but he kept replaying last night in his head to pay much attention to business. If Emily walked into the store, he’d fuck her right there in his office just to give his begging cock a break. The power that woman had over him... crazy shit!
Gibs walked in to get his morning coffee from the pot that Luke made when he opened the shop. “Heard about last night.”
“Yeah,” Luke said. “That was a little intense.”
“Who’s the girl?”
Luke rolled his eyes. “Who’s been blathering about me behind my back, Gibs?”
Gibs shrugged. “When?” He pointed to the calendar.
“Good point.” Luke walked over to the calendar, and tugged it off the wall.
“What?” said Gibs. “Five years that thing has been up there and now you take it down? What’s up?”
Luke grinned. “Time to move into the present.”
“You’re no fun,” Gibs muttered. He held his hand out. “Let me keep that thing.”
“Get to work,” countered Luke with a smile. “Your wife’ll kill you if she sees that thing hanging up in your garage.”
“HEY, BABY,” SAID LUKE. He’d been waiting all day to call her. Counting down the seconds like a sad little adolescent boy with his first crush.
“Hi,” said Emily without enthusiasm.
“You okay?” The tone of her voice killed his mood.
“A bit of a rough day.”
“Anything I can do?” He pictured lying her on his bed and offering to give her a relaxing massage. Some oil, some candlelight, a bit of tongue. He pushed the image from his mind. It wasn’t just sex he was interested in. She just had a hot body.