Charisma only laughed softly.
“Sexy son of a bitch, isn’t he?”
“Er-I guess so,” Rhee stuttered . Sexy? Do I really find this tattooed biker guy sexy?
“Yeah, all of us at the studio want to get under him, but he’s pretty loyal to his girlfriend.”
“Trish? She patched me up.”
“That one’s a real jealous piece of work, but there’s no way any gal could put a man like that on a leash,” Charisma licked her lips slowly as she looked Dax up and down. Rhee grinned. I guess I’m not the only one affected by him.
Snapping his phone shut, Dax turned back to the house and stopped short. Charisma was chatting happily with a hot little number he barely recognized. He had to blink before he realized that the curvy, dark-haired piece was none other than the injured little bird he had been taking care of the past few days. Rhee smiled suddenly, unaware that he was watching, and her whole face lit up. Dax wondered what Charisma had said to elicit a grin like that from his traumatized charge.
“Ladies.” Rhee looked up at him shyly, her grin slipping into the barest hint of a smile. She had a little color in her cheeks, and Dax was pleased at how much healthier his little stowaway looked.
“You’re looking nice, Rhee. Feel better?”
Rhee nodded, feeling a pleasant hum somewhere in her tummy at his compliment. Why do I care what he thinks?! Rhee looked down nervously.
“Did you eat anything?”
Charisma jumped up. “I make a mean southwestern omelet.” She busied herself in the kitchen as Dax placed a pill on the table.
“You can take this after you eat. I can see how you’re holding that shoulder.”
Rhee nodded, somewhat startled by his acute perception. She wasn’t used to someone else, especially a man, thinking of her needs. Even Rhee herself hadn’t quite noticed the throbbing yet, or the protective way she held her arm to her chest. After a quick, but satisfying meal, she swallowed the painkiller and accepted a hug and a bag of clothes and toiletries from Charisma. She looked away as the other girl took the opportunity to press herself into Dax and kiss him goodbye a little longer than was necessary. Rhee blushed at Charisma’s sidelong wink before he helped her back into the large, black car. She dozed for a bit, and woke when the car came to a stop.
“Hey,” he said softly.
Rhee blinked. Every time she woke up she had to remind herself she wasn’t still dreaming. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. “Where are we?”
“This is where my club hangs out.”
“A warehouse?”
“It’s a little more than that,” Dax said, as he moved to help her out of the vehicle. At this point, Rhee knew better than to resist his help. He would just help her anyway. An electric tingle shot straight down Rhee’s spine as Dax’s large hands went around her waist to lift her down and she fought not to react.
“Listen, my crew’s president wants to talk to you about the night we picked you up. I’m pretty sure you didn’t see anything, am I right?”
“See anything? Like what?” she asked curiously, grateful for the distraction from her intense physical reaction to the man.
“That’s what I thought. Hawk can be a little intimidating but stand your ground and tell the truth. Then we’ll see about getting you some protection from whoever tore your place apart.”
Rhee fidgeted nervously. She hated confrontation, and she wasn’t at all comfortable with the idea of walking into what looked like an abandoned warehouse with a man she hardly knew. Her discomfort increased to full-blown panic when she set foot inside the place. It was crawling with hard-looking men. Images of being held down, groped, and beaten swirled in Rhee’s mind. She hesitated, falling behind Dax, her eyes darting back to the heavy metal door.
“Dax! Is this her? Our stowaway?”
A younger man with a shaved head walked up suddenly and Rhee’s heart began to race. A dull roaring began to pound
“Sexy son of a bitch, isn’t he?”
“Er-I guess so,” Rhee stuttered . Sexy? Do I really find this tattooed biker guy sexy?
“Yeah, all of us at the studio want to get under him, but he’s pretty loyal to his girlfriend.”
“Trish? She patched me up.”
“That one’s a real jealous piece of work, but there’s no way any gal could put a man like that on a leash,” Charisma licked her lips slowly as she looked Dax up and down. Rhee grinned. I guess I’m not the only one affected by him.
Snapping his phone shut, Dax turned back to the house and stopped short. Charisma was chatting happily with a hot little number he barely recognized. He had to blink before he realized that the curvy, dark-haired piece was none other than the injured little bird he had been taking care of the past few days. Rhee smiled suddenly, unaware that he was watching, and her whole face lit up. Dax wondered what Charisma had said to elicit a grin like that from his traumatized charge.
“Ladies.” Rhee looked up at him shyly, her grin slipping into the barest hint of a smile. She had a little color in her cheeks, and Dax was pleased at how much healthier his little stowaway looked.
“You’re looking nice, Rhee. Feel better?”
Rhee nodded, feeling a pleasant hum somewhere in her tummy at his compliment. Why do I care what he thinks?! Rhee looked down nervously.
“Did you eat anything?”
Charisma jumped up. “I make a mean southwestern omelet.” She busied herself in the kitchen as Dax placed a pill on the table.
“You can take this after you eat. I can see how you’re holding that shoulder.”
Rhee nodded, somewhat startled by his acute perception. She wasn’t used to someone else, especially a man, thinking of her needs. Even Rhee herself hadn’t quite noticed the throbbing yet, or the protective way she held her arm to her chest. After a quick, but satisfying meal, she swallowed the painkiller and accepted a hug and a bag of clothes and toiletries from Charisma. She looked away as the other girl took the opportunity to press herself into Dax and kiss him goodbye a little longer than was necessary. Rhee blushed at Charisma’s sidelong wink before he helped her back into the large, black car. She dozed for a bit, and woke when the car came to a stop.
“Hey,” he said softly.
Rhee blinked. Every time she woke up she had to remind herself she wasn’t still dreaming. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. “Where are we?”
“This is where my club hangs out.”
“A warehouse?”
“It’s a little more than that,” Dax said, as he moved to help her out of the vehicle. At this point, Rhee knew better than to resist his help. He would just help her anyway. An electric tingle shot straight down Rhee’s spine as Dax’s large hands went around her waist to lift her down and she fought not to react.
“Listen, my crew’s president wants to talk to you about the night we picked you up. I’m pretty sure you didn’t see anything, am I right?”
“See anything? Like what?” she asked curiously, grateful for the distraction from her intense physical reaction to the man.
“That’s what I thought. Hawk can be a little intimidating but stand your ground and tell the truth. Then we’ll see about getting you some protection from whoever tore your place apart.”
Rhee fidgeted nervously. She hated confrontation, and she wasn’t at all comfortable with the idea of walking into what looked like an abandoned warehouse with a man she hardly knew. Her discomfort increased to full-blown panic when she set foot inside the place. It was crawling with hard-looking men. Images of being held down, groped, and beaten swirled in Rhee’s mind. She hesitated, falling behind Dax, her eyes darting back to the heavy metal door.
“Dax! Is this her? Our stowaway?”
A younger man with a shaved head walked up suddenly and Rhee’s heart began to race. A dull roaring began to pound
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