Chapter 10
Dixie
“Yeah, but did he try to kiss you?” Oakley asks as she shuffles through a few stacks of paper, looking for an invoice.
It’s been a week since the night we went to McHugh’s and I can't stop thinking about how Storm was acting.
“No, but he kept glancing at my lips.”
“Hmm, are you sure you didn’t have some dried drool there or something?”
“I don’t drool!”
“You were drunk. Everyone drools when they’re drunk.” She shrugs, barely paying attention to me. Sliding open a window to the shop, she sticks her head through. “Jasper! Where is the bill for Carlson? He’s going to be here any second!”
“Coming, boss!” Jasper runs towards the office, swiping his greasy hands on his coveralls.
“I swear you’re going to be the death of me, Jasper. Is it really that hard to put the invoices in the correct spot?” Oakley places her hands on her hips and glares at him.
“You told me to put them in the top drawer. I did that.” He tugs open the top drawer and sitting right on top is the invoice for Carlson.
“Well, it’s weird that you listened. Everyone else just drops them on my desk and makes me sort through them,” she huffs out.
“So… Do you want me to put them in the drawer like you asked, or on the desk like everyone else does?” Jasper runs a hand through his hair, smearing the black grease into his blond strands.
“I don’t know,” Oakley sighs as she flops back in her chair. “I guess the drawer. One of you listening is better than none.”
“Ok. Do you need me for anything else?” He smiles sweetly at her. I swear he might be my favorite prospect ever.
“Nah. As soon as Carlson comes, I'm heading out. Can you make sure the place gets locked up when you go?”
“Of course.” He lingers, staring at Oakley.
I raise my brow at my sister as a smirk tugs on the corner of my lips. I swear the fact Oakley doesn’t show interest in anyone makes men want her even more. Especially the prospects.
“Do you need something, Jasper?” She folds her arms over her chest and arches a brow. It’s a bad move on her part because all she does is make her chest look nicer and he’s definitely noticing.
“I just… I was wondering…”
“Do you know the club rule about the Reeves triplets?” I cut him off before he can choke out the words. This will save us all time and him the embarrassment.
“Yes.” He nods his head firmly.
“So, do you actually have anything else to say?”
“No, ma’am.” Jasper drops his chin and stuffs his hands in the back pockets of his coveralls. “Have a nice night.”
We watch him return to the garage before Oakley lets out a long sigh and collapses into her chair. She rubs her temples and I'm sure she’s fighting off a headache.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I just thought Jasper wasn’t going to flirt. It was nice while it lasted. He was one of the first who didn’t try to get into my pants within weeks of becoming a prospect.”
“He’s nice though,” I offer, knowing it won't be enough.
“They’re all nice when you have something they want.” She rolls her eyes. “Good, here comes Mr. Carlson. I really want to go home.”
I stand off to the side while Oakley handles the customer. The shop doesn’t just work on motorcycles or the club’s things. They work on all bikes and cars, and they happily welcome anyone here.
Dad has worked hard to keep the club’s name in a good light around town.
The customers know who they’re bringing their cars to, but they don’t mind.
They know their cars will be handled right and they’ll get a good deal on it.
Most of them don’t care what club affiliation the shop has, as long as club business stays out of things and they don’t have negative knowledge about the club.
The old man tips his hat in goodbye as he exits the shop with a smile on his face. I wish I worked here. It would be so nice to deal with people from outside the club on a daily basis.
The saloon isn't just for bikers either. Roxy has a decent number of regulars who aren’t part of the club. They’re just people who don’t want the club life experience with their alcohol.
Both of my sisters get normal jobs and I get to cook for the clubhouse. I hate it.
“What are you doing here, Storm?” I lean my head against the open door and sigh.
I don’t want to deal with him right now. I just want to relax after an unusually exhausting week.
There was an out-of-town chapter visiting this week. I didn’t find out they were coming until the last minute and it made things a little difficult for me. I didn’t have time to prep or prepare.
Normally, I’d make some meals ahead of time and freeze them, but that wasn’t an option this time.
“I need your grocery list.”
“What grocery list?” I rub at the tension building in my temples. I just want to lay down and take a nap.
“For our dinner tonight.” Storm tucks his hands in his back pockets, something I’ve noticed he does when he’s being shy or uncomfortable.
“Storm, I'm exhausted. I can’t do this tonight.”
He closes the distance between us and grabs my hand. He strokes his thumb over the soft skin on the inside of my wrist.
“Then come and let me cook for you.”