Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Ivy
Holy crap, the past week has gone by in a flash. I absolutely love my job. The guys who work here are amazing. I’ve met so many of the members of the club. It’s unreal. They all come in and bullshit here at the garage talking about random shit. My boss, Ghost, is cool as shit.
The first three days on the job, he did as he said, showed me the ropes.
I learned their system and how they do things.
Then Ghost gave me a key to my office, saying some days he’ll be late coming in, but one of the members will always be here first thing in the morning to open the garage.
They don’t have a key to my office, and that’s the only door I’ll have to unlock every day.
It is cool with me. I have a tendency to lose keys.
Over the weekend, my friends Juniper, Sutton, and I went out to the mud park to have some fun. It was a blast. The three of us laughed and joked the entire time. I still blush at the conversation we had.
“Girl, tell me that hot guy’s dick was big,” Juniper demands, waving a hand in front of her face.
“Oh, I’m sure it was big. Did you see that guy’s thighs?
Shit, I wish I could have seen those muscles in action.
” Of course, Sutton would say that. As my best and closest friend, I know she loves a man with muscle.
I’ve been witness to her drooling over the Rock and Vin Diesel many times in the past.
“I’m not answering that, and you know it,” I giggle with a shake of my head. Sitting on our four-wheelers, we’re taking a break while eating the subs we’d brought for lunch.
“You have to. Its girl code. We always tell each other about the guys we fuck. Remember it’s fuck’n tell.
You gotta tell us that guy from last Friday rocked your world.
Otherwise, I’m going to have to assume he didn’t have a nice juicy cock that makes the world tilt on its axis.
I’ll have to think of him sporting a cock that’s smaller than a pea pod,” Juniper rambles, waving her arms around animatedly.
Oh my God. No, she didn’t just say that.
Juniper is a little nutty. I mean nutty.
She’s known for her craziness which includes her getting shit faced and strolling naked through the mud park while a mud-bog is going on.
Better than that, she’s chained herself to a street sign to keep others from switching it out, for God knows why. Juniper is just unique in herself.
“All I’m going to say is he didn’t leave me unsatisfied like the majority of all the other handfuls of guys I’ve been with.
” I don’t want to even think about the other times.
Each and every time I’ve had sex, the guy finished and left before I could even get close to finding my first one.
With the guy from the bar he’d satisfied my every need.
Honestly, I wish I could find him, chain him to my bed, and have my wicked way with him all over again.
“Come on, you gotta give more than that,” Sutton giggles.
“Nope, not gonna happen,” I laugh. My friends are relentless.
“Fine,” Sutton huffs. “At least tell me he wasn’t pea pod size.”
I could give her that. “Think of a healthy zucchini size that is nice and thick.” I show her an estimation size with my hands. My guy had to be no less than eight inches in length.
Blinking my thoughts away, a smile crosses my lips as I remember their laughter. I love all my friends, but Juniper and Sutton are my two closest. This is because I’ve known them for as long as I can remember. I met my other friends through them. All of us have been close for years now.
“What’s got you in all smiles?” I jump at the sound of Ghost interrupting my thoughts.
“I was just thinking about a conversation between my friends and myself last weekend,” I confess, blushing.
“Oh yeah, I hope it’s got something to do with them wanting to come with you to the party tonight.
You’re coming, right?” Ghost had told me about the party they’re having at the clubhouse, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to mix business with pleasure.
I like the guys I work with, but when I go out drinking, I get a little wild.
I don’t want them to see me like that. Or for something to happen between any of us.
For instance, me being underneath one of them while they fuck me.
It would be disappointing if that happened and none of them could satisfy me like my one-nighter did.
“Sorry, I won’t be able to make it. My girls and I have plans,” I lie.
“That’s too bad.” Ghost chuckles while sitting on the corner of my desk.
With the way my office is set up, I have part of my desk facing the window looking out into the garage.
The other part faces the door that Ghost is now blocking the view of with his much larger body.
“Did you at least have a good first full week?”
“I did. I love it here. I like working in a garage. My dad actually taught me all I know about working on vehicles,” I say, smiling.
“You work on vehicles?” Ghost blanches.
“Yeah, who do you think did all the mods to my jeep?” I snicker.
“No shit?”
“All by myself.” I nod. “That Jeep out there, I fixed up with no help. I have another vehicle in the garage at my place that my dad and I built together.”
“Whoa, that’s some pretty awesome stuff. I’m gonna have to test your skills one day soon.” Ghost wags his brows, making me laugh.
“What the fuck?” I nearly jump out of my skin at the snarling voice behind Ghost.
Ghost stands and turns to face the man, and I get a small glimpse of the guy the voice belongs to. “What the hell are you doing here?” the guy snarls once again. I know his demand is pointed at me.
I know this because I’d recognized him quickly as the guy from the bar.
Oh boy.
“Prez,” Ghost says calmly. “What’s up?”
This guy, the guy I had amazing sex with, is Ghost’s Prez and formally my boss.
Great. I’m in trouble.
“What’s up is this bitch is in here? What the fuck?” I flinch at him, calling me a bitch.
I step closer to Ghost’s back to keep from seeing him fully.
“Ivy is here, Prez, because she was hired by me to be the office manager,” Ghost says defensively. “I also hired her since I knew she could do the fuckin’ job without handholding. Ivy’s overqualified for the position, but wanted to work here anyway.”
“And you didn’t think that suspicious?” My heart cracks marginally at the sound of his anger. It vibrates throughout the whole room.
Peeking around Ghost, the most gorgeous eyes even in anger, lock on mine.
I scan over his body, taking in the fact he’s just plain hotter than anyone I’ve ever seen in my life.
Even sexier than the first night I met him.
The alcohol in my system that night didn’t do him justice.
He’s like an Adonis of the MC world. My eyes lock on his cut, and I read over the words Prez and Reaper.
That must be his road name. Ghost had given me a low down on things like this.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Reaper commands, causing me to jump at the harsh rasp of his voice.
I nod, break eye contact with him and grab my stuff. I rush around Ghost and Reaper both, making sure to keep far enough away while passing him.
Rushing through the garage, I quickly jump into my Jeep and start her up. I back out of my parking spot, switch gears, and hit the gas.
What the hell just happened? Better yet, why’s he so angry with me?
My phone starts ringing from inside my purse, but with it connected to the Bluetooth, my Jeep tells me who’s calling.
Of course, it’s my uncle. He’s called me every day several times.
I never answer, but before I let the voicemails fill up, I’d listened to a few.
They’re all threatening messages. Wanting the money that he thinks belongs to him.
Nothing belongs to him, and he knows it. The lawyer even told him this. My grandmother had disowned him for a reason, and he was not to get a dime of it.
I reach into my bag, grab my phone, ignore my uncle’s call and pull up Sutton’s number. Right now, I need to talk to someone, and that someone is her.
“Hey, chickadee,” she greets me. “What’s happenin’?”
I quickly give her the run down of what had just happened, and she tells me she’ll meet me at my house. This works for me.
Hanging up, I drive in silence the rest of the way home, wondering what I could have done to make Reaper so mad at me. I don’t even know him.
Okay, so I know his body, every solid inch of his sexy body, but I don’t know him. I wanted to until he yelled at me the way he did with venomous eyes glaring at me.
Now I don’t know what I want any more when it comes to the man who has haunted my dreams for the past two weeks. Making me yearn for more of what he gave me once.
Damnit, I’m screwed.
Pulling into my driveway, I notice Sutton is already here and waiting for me.
She works from home as a graphic designer and can leave to do what she wants whenever she wants to.
I park in my usual spot and shut off the motor.
I throw the door open and climb out. Sutton is there in an instant, pulling me in for a hug.
“All right, babe, let’s go out and ride the trails a bit, then we’re coming back here, and I’m getting you shit-faced before going home to pass out in my own bed,” Sutton declares, letting me go.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I giggle. This is why I love my best friend. She gives me just what I need. Though I won’t be getting shit-faced, and she knows it. She’ll try, but I’ll get a glass of wine and drink that while relaxing in my bean bag, reading.