“Okay, keep your shirt on. Do I have time to think about it?”
“No.”
“Are you always so bossy?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.” I sigh. “I’ll do it, but if I don’t like it, I’m stopping. No contracts.”
“Fine,” he grunts. “It’s a deal.”
It’s a deal.
Shit.
I just became a rich dude’s wingman.
Epic.
CHAPTER TWO
Six months later.
The club is pounding when I enter, looking for Reign. He called me here tonight in a less-than-charming mood. He’s having trouble with security in this particular club lately, and he’s all wound up. He needs to get laid, so here I am. I shove through the crowds of people and grinding bodies until I get to the bar. I curl my fingers around the edge of it, sighing. Sheesh, that was an effort.
“Rough night, lady?” Benny the bar attendant says, grinning at me.
“You can say that again, Benny,” I puff. “Where’s Reign?”
“In the back office.”
I nod and step around the bar to find the back halls. Reign’s office is at the back, and the door is shut. Maybe he already got lucky? That would make my night easier. My heels click as I walk down the hall, swishing my hair as I go—I was far too lazy to tie it up tonight.
When I reach Reign’s door, I swing it open without knocking.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
My eyes widen and drool builds in my mouth. Holy fucking smokin’ biker alert. There are two bikers sitting in the chairs near Reign’s desk. I catch the backs of their leather jackets. They’re obviously from two different clubs. One has Hell’s Knights on the back and the other has Heaven’s Sinners. They both turn and stare over at me, and my legs go weak.
Whoa.
Rawr.
One has blond hair, but it’s that sexy, messy kind. He’s got a chiseled jaw, and these killer brown eyes. He’s to die for. The other has that tall, dark, and handsome look about him. He’s got long, dark hair and stunning blue eyes. He’s older than the blond one, but shit, his age does not change how gorgeous he is.
“Holy biker hotness,” I mumble.
Both men raise their brows and Reign snorts.
“Boys, this is my . . . employee, Tiani,” Reign says, his voice tight. “Tiani, this is my new security team. Meet Spike and Jackson.”
“You hired bikers,” I breathe. “Epic.”
The blond biker, Spike, grins at me. “She belong to you, Braxton?”
Reign’s eyes travel over me, and his jaw tics. “Nope.”
I pout at him and then turn to Spike. “I pick up for him. I’m his wingman.”
Spike laughs, throwing his head back and clutching his belly. Jackson, smokin’ hot Jackson, grins and shakes his perfect biker head.
“You’re fuckin’ shittin’ me, right?” Spike chuckles.
“Excuse me, biker,” I say, putting my hands on my hips, “but I will have you know that Reign here keeps his dick nice and wet because of my work.”
“You’re fuckin’ serious, aren’t you?” Jackson says, looking a little shocked.
“I’m deadly serious.” I smile, crossing my arms.
“She up for hire? I got a few boys that need a good lay.” Spike grins, winking at me.
“No, she ain’t,” Reign says, giving me a warning look.
“You ever need a job, darlin’,” Jackson says, “you give us a call.”
“Aw, and here I was thinking bikers were pricks.”
Both men flash me panty-melting grins.
“Oh we are, precious,” Spike says. “Don’t you doubt it.”
I smile and turn to Reign, who is giving me one hell of a ‘let’s fuck’ look. Wow. Seriously, the man is so damned good looking. Maybe not in the biker way, but in the dominant-businessman kind of way.
“I’ll wait outside.”
Jackson stands, reaching over the bar and shaking Reign’s hand. “We’re done here. I’ll send two boys in tomorrow. We got ourselves a deal?”
Reign nods, shaking his hand. “Yeah.”
“Later, winglady.” Spike grins as he passes me.
“Oh, later all right.”
When they’re gone, I turn to Reign. “You seriously hired bikers to do your security?”
He leans back in his chair. “Those bikers are fucking good at what they do. They’re tough and they know what they’re doing. I’ve known Jackson for a long time. I trust him and his club.”
“But, aren’t they, like . . . criminals?”
“They’re running my club security.” He smirks. “Not growing drugs.”
I wiggle my finger at him. “That you know of.”
“Trust me, they’re worth the price I paid for them.”
“I bet. I’ll be sure to make sure the majority of our wingman activities are held here.”
“They’ve all got old ladies,” he points out. “Sorry, babe.”
“Talk about killing my buzz,” I mutter, dropping my ass onto Reign’s desk. “So, give me tonight’s rundown. What do you want?”
“Get me a crazy one,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “I need a hard fuck.”
I grin. “Oh, I’ll get you a crazy one. Don’t you worry about that.”
He glares at me. “Make her a normal, yet crazy one. Don’t get me a fucking psycho like you did last time.”