“That doesn’t mean I am going to drop everything to help you,” I said.
“I didn’t say it did.” He straightened, taking a step back like he was deliberately giving me space. “Think about it. If it’s no, it’s no.” Then he added, quieter, “But I don’t overpay unless it matters.”
He left again.
This time, the bell sounded like a challenge.
Jenna rounded on me the second the door closed. “Juliet.”
“No.”
“Triple.”
“No.”
“TRIPLE.”
I leaned my hands on the counter, heart thudding harder than I wanted to admit. “I need to think.”
“I’m thinking about the way that man looked at you like he was two seconds away from kissing you,” Jackie drawled.
“He was not!” I gasped.
Jenna glanced at Jackie and nodded.
“Yeah, he was,” they said in unison.
“He wants me to do some flowers for him, not do–.”
“Him,” Jackie laughed. “That man wants you to do his flowers and then do him.”
“In that order,” Jenna cackled.
I tossed a junk piece of stem at Jenna. “You two need to get back to work and stop talking,” I scolded.
“Yes, boss,” Jackie laughed.
I turned back to the prep table and took a deep breath.
I was not doing the flowers for the motorcycle ride. At least, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to.
Chapter Two
Asher
I stood near the long table while Moore, our Prez, flipped through paperwork for the charity ride. Blaze leaned back in his chair, boots hooked around the legs, while Cookie hovered near the coffee pot, pretending not to listen. Maze was quiet in the corner. Bow watched everything.
“Asher,” Moore said, tapping the table. “The charity ride matters. We need it clean. Friendly. No bullshit.”
I nodded once. “I know.”
“No fights. No intimidation.”
“Also know that.”
Moore’s gaze sharpened. “Chrome Warriors have been sniffing around lately. Talk that they don’t like the idea of the charity ride.”
“Screw the Chrome Warriors,” Bow scoffed. “They are a bunch of idiots.”