Chapter 4
Rachel
What the hell just happened? Did I dream this?
Is it a mere fantasy conjured by my delusion and lack of sleep?
I stare at the door closing behind Kai as he leaves the room.
I am unable to move, talk, or function. This man dressed me and left as if his job here was done.
He ate. I came. He left. The door opens again, and I’m half ready to shout all my questions at his face, but instead, it’s Noah entering the break room.
“What the hell just happened in here?” he shouts, and I start laughing.
“I have no idea,” I admit between laughs, and he starts laughing with me. He goes to the minifridge and takes out two water bottles. He hands me one and takes the seat beside me on the couch.
“Did you fuck the biker?” He takes a sip of his water, and I wait for him to finish before I reply because no matter how cruel I can be, I happen to like my best friend, and I would hate for him to choke on his water with what I have to share.
“No,” I say, and disappointment crashes into Noah’s face like a train. He is visibly sad. I turn to him with a grin on my face. “He came into the break room, ate my pussy like I was a five-star meal at the best restaurant in town, and left.”
“What?” Noah spits the water he just gulped while I was talking and starts coughing.
I pat his back like the good friend I am. “Calm down. Please don’t die. I need to talk about this,” I joke, and he laughs mid-cough.
“I want to talk about this too. What do you mean he ate your pussy?” Noah questions with a rising eyebrow and a smirk that both tell me he’s not mad about this but in a gossipy mood. Good. A gossip-intrigued Noah is a good Noah to have around.
“Well, my next two appointments got canceled, so I came in here to nap,” I start.
“Which is a normal thing. Since mine also got canceled, I was about to do the same.” Noah and I tend to have the same habits. We overwork ourselves, so naps can be a lifesaver while we do that.
“So, I came in here right as the biker was leaving the shop,” I continue.
“Kai,” Noah interrupts.
“What?” I question in confusion.
“His name,” Noah explains. “His name is Kai.”
“I’m still confused about how you got his name first, but yeah, I know his name is Kai. I heard it when he introduced himself to you.” I drink more of my water, needing all the hydration I can get.
“You were too stubborn to ask, and if I hadn’t asked, you wouldn’t even know it. You were too busy having what I would assume, by your current state, was a mind-blowing orgasm. I didn’t have any of those. So I asked his name instead.” I laugh because he’s not wrong.
“You have no idea. This man can EAT.” I wink at him, and we both start giggling like schoolgirls talking about the latest gossip and the boys we like.
Before I’m able to continue and describe Kai’s amazing technique to Noah, a knock comes from the door.
Noah stands and goes to open it for whoever is on the other side.
We know that it’s not one of our coworkers because they wouldn’t knock.
So, it must be a customer. I straighten my posture on the couch to look more presentable, and Noah puts on his customer service mask.
He opens the door with a smile. A man is on the other side holding two coffees and a paper bag with a note.
“I have this order for Rachel Roberts,” he tells us, looking first at Noah and then at me.
“I didn’t order anything,” I say, and Noah looks at me, confused.
“The order came from the account of K I’ll take the order. Have they paid already?”
“Yes. Everything is handled. Enjoy your order.” He hands me the order with a smile.
“Thank you,” I say to his back as he walks away. I close the door and walk toward the couch to set the order on the table in front of it. I open the brown bag, and two slices of cake are there with a handwritten note.
‘Enjoy your coffee, little criminal. See you soon.—Biker Boy.’
Noah rips the note from my hand and reads it out loud.
“Enjoy your coffee, little criminal. See you soon—Biker Boy.” He takes the box with the red velvet cake, and I take the one with the chocolate cake.
I hand him one of the plastic forks from the bag and one of the coffee cups.
I take my previous seat on the couch, and Noah does the same.
“It’s good coffee,” I say as I take a sip.
“Let me get this right. This guy came in here, gave you an orgasm, didn’t ask for anything in return, and sent you breakfast?” Noah asks as he takes a bite of his cake. “God, that’s a good cake,” he adds.
I chuckle. “Pretty much.”
“Just asking for research purposes. How do I get one of those?” Noah jokes.
“Apparently, you have to kidnap him,” I say, and we both start laughing again.
But suddenly, Noah stops laughing. “I still think it was a bad idea to kidnap him. He’s cute, yes, I’ll admit as much, but he gives me a weird vibe. I don’t know.” I nod and take another bite of my cake.
“At least he knows how to pick cake,” I say, and Noah chuckles.
“That he does,” he agrees. “Do you want to search for that video Leo told us about?”
“The one he supposedly filmed during his kidnapping?” I ask.
“That one, yes!” Noah reaches for his phone and starts searching the client log.
“What are you looking for in the client log?” I watch as he scrolls through names, and finally, I see what he’s looking for: Kai’s name, last name, and phone number are on the screen. I knew there was a reason I had chosen this dude as my best friend. He’s smart.
He copies the name and goes straight to social media. He opens the same app that gave me the idea to kidnap Kai and puts the name in, but nothing comes up.
“Search with the phone number.” He copies the number and tries again, but, same as before, no results.
“Search the number on Google; it’ll show any linked social media.” Noah nods and does as I said. And once again, no results.
“Fuck! How hard is it to stalk a guy these days?” I fall back on the couch, disappointed.
“Apparently, pretty hard.” Noah goes back to munching on his cake but suddenly stops, his fork midair. “What did the delivery guy say the bar was called?”
“Good thinking. Search for L & K Bar,” I say, and Noah abandons his cake and goes back into stalking mode.
“Nope. There’s no bar with that name in the area.” Fuck.
“Try K & L Bar.” Maybe I got the bar name wrong.
Noah searches again, and behold, the bar’s social media page appears on the screen.
Bingo! He clicks on the posts until he finds one that Kai is tagged in.
He clicks on his profile next, and from there, it’s an easy dive into the rabbit hole of social media.
The last post he made is the video he took in my bedroom.
Two fucking million views. Jesus fucking Christ. Who would’ve thought it would be that popular?
“Hit play! It’s almost time for my next appointment,” I say as I get ready while still keeping my eyes locked on the screen. He pushes play, and Kai’s voice fills the room.
“Hello, Devils. It’s Kai. Your favorite biker!
” he starts the video with confidence. “I’m in trouble, and I need your help.
Blow up this video so my best friend can see it and come to my rescue.
” He continues with a sad expression on his face that’s most definitely an act.
He isn’t even tied up in the video. The little fucker.
“Leo, if you see this, I’m being held hostage somewhere in a pink room with stuffed animals and books.
I hope the clues are enough for you to find me.
Please save me.” The video ends, and Noah turns to me with a raised eyebrow.
“This is both funny and bad,” he points out.
“Tell me about it,” I say as I gather my things to return to work. If I see that damn biker again, I’m going to kill him. I would’ve returned his little favor from earlier first, but now I’m going to straight-up murder him. He’s dead.