Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Yeah, baby, that’s what I said.” He kisses her again and they seem to forget we’re in the room.
Until Lars clears his throat again. “What the fuck, Balls?”
Balls drags his lips away from Sandi and holds his arms up in surrender. “Yeah, sorry. We’re leaving.” But before they leave, Balls bounces his gaze between Lars and me, and a big grin spreads across his face. “Nice.”
“Get the fuck out,” Lars growls.
And the biker and girl leave without another word.
But the spell is broken. The heat of desire is gone, and my common sense has come back to me.
“Why do you call him Balls?” I ask.
“He’ll tell you it’s because he has a giant set of balls on him. But the truth is, he’s good at pool. I’ve seen his balls. They’re not that impressive.”
“You’ve seen his balls?”
“You live with twenty plus people, and you see things. Some things you wish you didn’t.”
I laugh.
“Now where were we?” he asks, putting his hands on my hips.
I push a palm into his chest to make space between us. “I think the interruption was the universe’s way of telling us not to go there.”
“Or it could just be because Balls was too horny to wait until he got to his bedroom.”
I chuckle. “That too.”
When I step away, Lars wipes his thumb across his lower lip and looks at me through his brow. Damn, he’s sexy. “You sure?”
Not. At. All.
“No. But I get the feeling it’s the safest thing for me to do.”
“Safe is boring.”
“Safe is smart.” I smile. “Thanks for the job offer.”
“You haven’t met Mrs. V., our housekeeper, yet. You might not be thanking me come Monday.”
“I’m sure she’s a lot better than my last employer.”
His smile fades. “You sure you don’t want to give me his address?”
“I’m sure. But thanks for the offer.”
“You need a ride?”
“No, I’ve got a friend waiting for me,” I lie.
He steps closer, and I’m caught in his heat as he reaches into his jeans pocket to retrieve my watch. Taking my hand, he wraps the watch around my wrist and secures the clasp. His fingers brush along the top of my hand, and I feel goosebumps trail all the way along my arm.
This man could derail me.
I can feel it in his touch. In the way he looks at me. In his kiss.
I look up at him. “About tonight and the kiss… for the sake of my employment can we forget it happened?”
He thinks for a moment then winks. “Already forgotten.”
“Good, then I’ll see you on Monday,” I say, walking away.
But something tells me forgetting I kissed him won’t be easy at all.
CHAPTER 17
Ella
The motel is the worst place I’ve ever seen.
Imagine the seediest, dirtiest motel in the world and multiply it by a thousand million trillion, and that is the Blue Lagoon Motel on the county line.
I look around the room.
It’s got everything you would expect from a place that should probably be knocked down.
Threadbare bedspread on a bed that takes up most of the room. Check. Yellowed peeling wallpaper. Check. Damaged wooden nightstand with an alarm clock. Check. The musty tang of body odor and stale nicotine. Check. Matted carpet with stains I don’t want to know about.
Jesus.
It’s also my home for the next two weeks while I work at the clubhouse.
But let’s back up a bit.
After returning to the clubhouse, retrieving my mom’s watch, and Lars offering me a job, I spoke to Luca the following morning.
“I didn’t mention it, but I was offered a job working in the kitchen.”
Luca had scoffed. “You? Work? What a pathetic joke.”
I ignored him and the fear in my chest. Because I only had a few minutes to sell the idea of me working at the clubhouse.
“If I work there, I will have access to inside the club. Not just to get the recipe. But to get insider information. Can you imagine how beneficial that would be to Viktor? And to you, if I am inside that clubhouse every day. I will be invisible. I will hear things and then I will be able to pass on the information I overhear. As rivals, Viktor will see the value in this. Imagine how impressed he will be when you tell him it was your plan.”
Of course, pandering to Luca’s giant ego and unrelenting vanity worked, and my stomach roiled with disgust when Viktor congratulated him on executing a clever plan, and my brother puffed out his chest and proudly took all the credit.
Luca immediately set about putting things in play. A motel. A bunch of clothes from the thrift store. A warning to not fuck it up or else.
Viktor had his own caveats. Let anyone near my pussy and he’ll cut off the pizda’s dick and the deal will be off.
Yeah, one day these men will pay for using and abusing me.