“Hey, Missy, come give me a dance,” Jax said to a pretty brunette dancer.
“Hi, Jax.” She smiled as she looked across the room.
“How’ve you been?”
“Okay. Can I catch you the next time? I have a customer waiting. You know, I need the big tip he gives me. Rent’s due, and I’m short this month.”
“He can wait. I’ll give you a bigger tip,” Jax said as he stared at her tits.
Hawk said, “Go on to your customer.”
Missy threw Hawk a relieved look. “Thanks. See you around, Jax.” She walked across the room to a corner table.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” Jax sniped.
“This is a business, not a whorehouse. If you wanna fuck one of the dancers, then do it after hours, not on the Insurgents’ clock, got it?”
Jax mumbled something under his breath. Standing up, Hawk said, “I’m gonna find Emma to talk to her about the books. Don’t bother the dancers while they’re working.”
As Hawk walked toward the office, he passed the table Missy sat at with her customer. He jerked his head back when he saw Luke give Missy money for a lap dance. Fuckin’ suit is her big-tipper. What the fuck is he doing here? Hawk realized that if pansy-ass was there with his tongue hanging out for Missy, then Cara must have sent him packing. All of a sudden, the darkness that had been hanging over him since his encounter with Cara lifted.
Entering the office, he looked back at Missy. Her pussy was inches from Luke’s face, and he had his hand in his pants, rubbing his dick. Hawk turned away in disgust. There’s no way Cara wants that fuckin’ suit. She’s too proud to admit she wants me. I’ll give her some space, but I’m not letting her outta my life. No fuckin’ way.
Hawk closed the office door.
Chapter Eighteen
Looking at her ransacked office in disbelief, Cara asked, “What happened?”
“I don’t know. I just got here,” Asher said.
Glancing around the room, Cara noticed files strewn over the floor in the reception area and in her office. “Someone broke in. Have the computers and printers been stolen?”
“No, nothing expensive is missing,” Asher said.
“It seems like whoever did this was looking for something, but what? What do I have that anyone wants? What a mess,” Cara said.
“Maybe it’s a warning.”
“You think? That asshole already came by and ‘warned’ me. Why would he trash my office?”
“Probably to see if you had any files on the case. He’s also a fucking psycho, so I don’t think he needs a reason to do stuff to you.”
Cara picked up some of the papers. “We might as well get this mess cleaned up. It’s going to take us hours to get the documents in the right files. Damn, like I need this crap. The last few days have been totally shitty.”
“You didn’t have a good weekend? How was the charity ball?” Asher asked while sorting through the papers.
“It was a disaster. Hawk was one of the speakers there. I couldn’t believe it. Boys Hope helped him out when he was a teenager on the streets. He never mentioned to me who helped him out.”
“How did Luke like his competition?” Asher asked with a twinkle in his eye.
“It was a fiasco.”
“I hope you chose Hawk.”
“You, too? Are you and Sherrie conspiring against me? What’s wrong with Luke?”
“If I have to tell you, then you’re more clueless than I thought. So, Sherrie thinks you belong with Hawk?”
“Her libido is always in overdrive, so yeah, she would pick Hawk. He’s got the whole physical package, you know?”
“You’re the only one who can decide who is best for you.” Pausing, Asher put his arms on Cara’s shoulders, looked at her intently, and said in a low voice, “You need to call Hawk and tell him what’s going on with these Deadly Devils.”
“Deadly Demons.”
“The operative word here is Deadly. Your biker guy knows this world, and you don’t. You need to let him in on this. This isn’t small stuff, Cara.”
“I know, but I’m out of the whole thing. I’m done with it. Once Viper sees that I’m finished with anything biker, he’ll get bored and move on. The last thing I’d do is call Hawk.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Kneeling, Asher scooped up pages of documents.
“I do.” The truth was she was in over her head, and she had some vicious outlaw biker fixated on her. Her instinct told her to lay low for a while. “I may take a few days off next week.”
“You should do it now,” Asher said.