Chapter 14
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
LOOT
Pulling my car up to the clubhouse, I let out a heavy sigh. It hasn’t been that long since I was last here, but everything feels different. Flicking my gaze to the side, I notice the cleaning service is here. Well, Wrath’s old lady and her cousin Alex are here.
Unfolding from the front seat, I walk up to the door, wrapping my fingers around the handle, and I look back at my car. I wish it were my bike, but fuck, I don’t have the ability to do that right now. I need to have my car with me and available at all times in case I have to get to Cade.
Walking into the bar, I look around. It’s empty. All the whores and club members have disappeared, mainly because Alex and Elodie are here doing their cleaning frenzy.
I have some paperwork to handle, so I slip into the office, grab my files, my books, and my computer from the filing cabinet, and make my way into the conference room, where we hold church.
I can’t be cramped up in that little office all day long. I need to spread out my shit and have some real elbow room. I’m already at least two weeks behind on my books, and I need to buckle down before it’s time to pick up Cade from school.
Opening the conference room door, I take one step inside and pause. There, bending over in front of me, is a woman I’ve never seen before. Most probably wouldn’t believe that I could tell if I knew a woman by the way her ass looks in a pair of cutoff shorts—but they would be wrong.
I definitely have never seen that ass before. I would remember. Vividly. She’s shifting her hips from side to side as she does whatever the fuck she’s doing, oblivious to me perving on her plump ass.
Moving toward the table, I place my stuff on the worn wooden top. She doesn’t even flinch. I wonder if she’s got earbuds or something in her ears because otherwise, she doesn’t have an ounce of situational awareness in her bones right now.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I stand with my legs wide, crossing my arms over my chest as I continue to watch her.
I know it’s not Elodie. This girl is leaner than Elodie, even if her ass is phenomenal, but her legs are thin, long, and lean.
She’s also got a whole-ass nest of light-brown hair piled on top of her head.
I stare at her as she moves around the room, dusting, wiping, doing whatever the fuck it is she’s doing.
It’s cute, but she really needs to be aware of her surroundings.
Then, as if she finally senses me, she stills.
I should have timed her, because no doubt I’ve been standing here for at least five minutes, if not ten.
Slowly, she turns around, a spray bottle in one hand, a white rag in the other, and her blue eyes meet mine. They widen, then round as her lips part in what I can only describe as awe. I want those lips wrapped around my cock.
“Morning, babe,” I call out.
She blinks once, twice, three times before she reaches for the earbuds that are in her ears. I watch as she tugs them out, her gaze searching mine. She clears her throat, nodding once.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were here. I was just getting this room cleaned.”
I hum. “You new?” I ask, knowing the damn truth. It’s always been just Elodie and Alex, but I know that Wrath wanted them to hire some help, especially after they got the strip club contract.
“I am,” she murmurs. “Trial basis.”
My lips twitch into a smirk. Clearing my throat, I reach for the chair in front of me and tug it out, my eyes never leaving hers. I can’t look away. She is like a scared rabbit, and I’ve never felt more like a hungry lion in my entire life.
“Then I won’t bother you. I just needed space to spread out my work.”
My words come out in a murmur, my gaze never leaving hers, and I wonder if she’d let me set her on this table and fuck her. Probably not, but it doesn’t hurt to hope. Sinking down onto the chair, I open the computer and get to work, pretending to ignore her.
I don’t.
I watch her every fucking move. Every sway of her hips, every time she bends over. Every time she forgets I’m there and starts singing along to whatever the fuck she listens to… badly. So damn badly, but it’s so bad that it’s cute.
By the time she leaves the conference room, I’m already halfway in love with her, and I don’t even know her name… but I’m going to find out. I’m also going to find out what she tastes like, the noises she makes when she comes, and the way her cunt feels wrapped around my cock.