Diesel (Devil's Mafia Brotherhood Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Sophia Hampton

You know better than that. This is the warehouse they want and you’re supposed to get it for them. Is that clear?”
     
    She flopped on the couch. Damn it! If this deal didn’t go through, her career might be in more jeopardy than she realized. “Yes, sir.”
     
    When she placed the phone down, there was only one thought in Tania’s head; she had to convince Riley to somehow back out of this deal. If Xavier didn’t have another option, he would tell the owner to sell them the property. Her job would be safe and she might even get the promotion that she was so desperately working towards. Telling Riley to leave was the first step; she couldn’t afford to get more involved with him. If Brin found out, he would throw a fit. Marching over, she put her hand on his arm and shook him slightly. “Riley.”
     
    She expected him to wake up, talk, and move out but what he did shook her. His arm encircled her waist and pulled her down. He shifted on the bed and made her lie beside him. His hand rested on her belly while he snuggled into her.
     
    Damn him to hell!
     
    She didn’t quite know what to make of this man who made her blood tingle with desire. He was truly good at what he did – business, bed, and conversation. But was there more of a substance to the man? She wasn’t sure – but she was game to discover more about him. She didn’t want this. Much to her consternation, she no longer had the urge to get rid of him, not when his lips hovered inches beyond her shoulder. The soft breath that he released felt warm against her skin. It was so wrong in so many ways – and yet it felt perfectly fine. She allowed her eyes to close. Tomorrow was another day. She would deal with this problem later. 
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Riley woke up. Something didn’t quite feel right. Actually, it felt perfect but it was different. A while later, he realized that he was sleeping next to Tania, their bodies spooned against each other as if they were meant to be. He took a few moments to enjoy the blissful feeling.
     
    Her hair smelt so nice. He inhaled deeply. Although he was reluctant to move and end this pleasure, he rolled out of bed and marched into the bathroom. After a while, he got out, gathered all his clothes, and then walked out. He could leave just now and it would seem perfectly normal. He definitely didn’t want anything long-term to establish between them. She was just another woman and, although he was having fun, he didn’t intend to tie himself down to her, or to anyone else. He was a free agent, a wandering soul. Never did he ever feel the need to settle down with one woman and make a life together. Up until now.
     
    For a few minutes, he stood still in her living room, waiting for his mind to clear. Surely, he wasn’t serious about this. He didn’t actually intend to have a life with her. What was he thinking? How did he feel about her? Love? The word was harsh and hit him like a punch in the gut. No way was he thinking along those lines. Love was such as alien concept, such a strange one, that his mind couldn’t comprehend it.
     
    He should leave right now and never look back. The woman was a witch. She had ensnared him in some kind of a love spell that was bound to doom him. This was his chance to make a break. It was important that he not get trapped in this net that she was spreading around him.
     
    His people could handle the rest of the deal. He didn’t need to be here. It was better to move far, far away in another town and take over some other deal. His work here was quite done.
     
    When she sauntered out of the room an hour later, he was making pancakes in the kitchen. Bewildered, she stared at him. He could see the snap of anger in her eyes and the softening of her mouth as she saw him flip the pancake. “What are you doing?”
     
    He should have gone. That would have been the best thing to do, but, of course, he couldn’t do it. He gave up his last chance for freedom for this