Chapter Three
CHAPTER THREE
REBECCA
My cover was solid, I didn’t keep anything that could tie me to my real name or job in my apartment. I made random trips to the Tops BBQ on Macon near the college. It was my Bureau contacts favorite lunch spot, so he was always around. I would alternate the days and never sit in the same booth. I was having lunch there today before I took my truck for an oil change. It was important to let them know I was in. After lunch I headed to the garage closest to my job so that I could walk if it wasn’t ready before I had to be at work.
I had on another tank top that showed off my cleavage nicely, along with some denim daisy dukes and my cowboy boots. My hair was down right now but I knew it would be up by the end of the night. I pulled up in front of one of the bays and got out. A guy crawled from behind a cherry red mustang and met me at the bay door. He wasn’t overly tall; he was muscled but not huge. His eyes had a glint of mischief in them, and he had a beard with his bald head. There was something compelling about him. I needed to shake it off.
“Hi, I need to get an oil change and some air in my tires. Do you have time today?” I asked him, looking around at the limited staff there. It seemed like it was just him and another guy working. “I have to be at work by five, it’s my first day.”
He looked me over from head to toe and then met my eyes giving a jerk of his head.
“Let’s get you a ticket written up. We are very busy, but I can fit you in after lunch.” He led me over to the counter where he took my information. I gave him all my fake credentials, address and phone number.
“There’s a lounge in the back with a television and a reasonably comfortable couch if you want to just chill there while I get your truck ready.” He suggested as he came around the counter to stand in my space. I felt an instant attraction to this man, and he wasn’t even my usual type but there was just something there. Licking my lips I nodded, letting him lead me to the room. “If you’re free Friday night, would you like to go to dinner?”
“You…you’re asking me out?” I stuttered out. Having been a book nerd and so busy with my school and training. I didn’t date. I did, however, want to go out with him. “Yes, I’d like that. You have my number.”
“I do and I’ll text you my name so you can save me in your contacts. My name is Dean Callahan. Nice to meet you Ms. Laurens.” He said as I felt my girl parts tingle at his touch. Sadly, I knew it couldn’t go anywhere. I mean I had to lie about who I really was. However, I could definitely have fun and maybe get laid in the process. I smiled at him and headed to the waiting room. I flipped on the television and watched some mindless tv while I waited for my car. I realized I had forgotten to have lunch before I came so I went looking for a vending machine. Popping my head out of the room I saw Dean pulling off a shirt and wiping his head with it. I almost swallowed my tongue at the defined muscles the shirt had been hiding. He had pierced nipples; tats and I had wet panties. Damnit. I cleared my throat and he looked over at me. He walked over and I leaned against the door frame.
“I was wondering if you had any vending machines here. I forgot to pack a lunch, and I have a late night ahead.” I whispered, feeling the heat coming off his body.
“You don’t need that junk. I just ordered a large meat lovers pizza that should be here in about twenty minutes. You are welcome to have some. Can’t have you getting dizzy behind the bar.” He winked at me. I racked my brain trying to remember if I had told him what my job was. It occurred to me that the shop was really close to the clubhouse, as I looked around, I noticed the bike paraphernalia everywhere. He must be a biker too. This could be really interesting. I just had to be careful around him.
“Thanks, that’s my favorite.” I smiled, I looked down at his chest and pecs licking my lips. Imaging what it would feel like to have him pressed against me. I rubbed my thighs together and he moved in closer.
“Baby, if you keep licking those sexy lips and making those noises, I’m gonna have to kiss you and we haven’t even been on a date yet.” His voice was husky, and he ran a finger down my neck.
“Fuck it.” I said as I reached for him and kissed him. He pressed me against the wall with his body and I could feel his erection through his jeans. Mmmmm, I definitely wanted some of that. We were still kissing when we heard a clank from the door.
“What the fuck?” Joker said from the doorway. “Damn Jagger, I just hired her to work the bar.” He ran his hand through his hair and walked over. I stepped back and turned around so Niki could get herself together.
“So, I can’t date a pretty woman because she’s slinging drinks for all of us?” Jagger crossed his arms over his chest and stared down his President.
“I thought you didn’t date bikers?” he narrowed his eyes at me. He glanced back and forth between us, and I stepped around Jagger then did something crazy. I put my finger on his chest.
“Fine, I don’t date assholes who grab my ass without permission or ones that call out lewd comments at me like I’m one of your club whores.” With that I turned and went back to the waiting room. Praying my mouth had not just lost me my job. I had to continue being the bold, smart-ass girl because that’s who he hired, and I had more than one job to do. I heard some shouting then it was quiet. A few minutes later Jagger walked in with a pizza and a couple cokes in his hands. I jumped up to grab the cokes for him. We placed everything at the break table in the corner.
“Baby, whatever you do, don’t talk to him like that in front of the club. He won’t take it well. Disrespect is not tolerated towards the President.” He handed me a plate with a slice of pizza on it and opened my coke for me. “Between us, that was hot as fuck!”
I giggled at his expression as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. We shared lunch and then he went back to finish up my car. I curled up and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up to Jagger kissing me on the forehead.
“I hate to wake you, but your car is ready, and you have to be at the clubhouse in thirty minutes.” I jumped up and slipped my shoes back on.
“Damn, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” I looked at his smile and blushed. “How much do I owe you?”
“How about we don’t worry about that. I was happy to do it.” He handed me the keys to my truck and stood against the door. “I’ll see you later at the clubhouse.”
“Sounds good. Thank you.” I kissed him on the cheek and left. I needed to get to work and familiarize myself with their set up.