“Excuse me?”
“Mary and Pope both agreed the room needs a bit of… a renovation. And they thought you might be interested in helping out this week.”
“This week.”
“Yup.
“Helping?”
“I know it’s out of your usual duties, which is why Pope said this week would be paid as double time.”
“What?” I blinked up at the handsome biker. The Steel Sinners paid great, better than any other place on the Las Vegas Strip, but it was unheard of to be paid double time for no reason.
The younger Hispanic-looking guy came over in that moment with a sledgehammer in one hand and what looked like a blue coverall you would see on someone in a mechanic shop. “Here you go, Griff.”
“Thanks, man.” Griff patted the younger man on the shoulder. “Stone good?”
“Yeah, I just gotta head up in three and a half hours to make sure he takes his next dose. I’ll bring him soup, too.”
“Thanks.”
“I left your coverall and both your glasses by the TV.”
“Thanks.”
“If you need anything, I’ll be at four oh four.”
“Four oh— wait that’s the room I’m supposed to—“ Griffin’s hand took mine, his fingers tangling with mine.
“He’s got it, spitfire. Now here.” He handed me the coveralls. “Go change.” My eyes dipped down to the clothes he was carefully setting there, but that wasn’t what I focused on. It was his hands. Tatted and tanned, his fingers made my body start turning into goo.Why does this biker, out of all the ones I’ve met, feel like my very own kryptonite?
“Trust me?”
“I don’t know you,” I answered without thinking, and something in those green eyes changed.
He wasn’t offended like so many others would be. No. He liked it. Enjoyed my feisty attitude. It was like I had thrown down some kind of gauntlet and Griffin was up for the challenge.
And damn… I liked that, too.
5GRIFFIN
Ishrugged off my cut and carefully set it on the chair we’d kept to the side that held her things, along with some snacks and drinks I’d had the prospect bring for us and pulled the coveralls on.
I wasn’t sure if this plan of mine was going to backfire on me, but when Mary asked if I could check in on Marty when she went back to where the asshole had cornered her, I’d come up with this idea. A chat with Pope greenlighted it, and I got the ball rolling thanks to the prospects who had to do whatever we needed.
Now I just hoped that instead of our first date at a rage room, a rage hotel room would work. I’d just finished zipping up when the bathroom door opened and there she was again. My hand rose and rested right over my head.
“What?” She was staring at me with speculation.
“You’re beautiful.” The compliment slipped past my lips with nothing but awe in my voice, but she simply snorted and shook her head.
“If this is your thing, I guess.” She glanced down at her body covered head to toe in a shapeless coverall and shrugged. Thatfeisty sass was going to be the death of me. “Are you serious about this?” She looked around the room.
“Have you heard about rage rooms?” I asked.
“Where you go and beat the crap out of junk?”
“Yeah.” I grinned. “Think about that TV, the furniture, the mirrors, any vase or lamp as shit you can fuck up.” It would all be replaced.