For a moment she looks like she isn’t going to answer until her eyes flick to the patch on my chest. I’m a President of the club she works for. Cassie might not like it, and she technically works for King, but she respects the patch. And King probably told her to work with me, not just question me.
“Since finding out about it,” she gives me a pointed look, not wanting to speak the words aloud, which says everything. “He wants to find them.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t ask.”
“That doesn’t sound like you.”
Her eyes narrow. “Can you help or not?”
“Depends. Does Handlebar know about this?”
Hearing his name flusters her. Not that I’m bothered by that too much until she clamps her bottom lip between her teeth. For a second I lose my senses and imagine reaching across and pulling the lip away, shoving my thumb in her mouth instead.
“He’s aware. What can you tell me about Marshall and how I can track him down?”
“If anyone is tracking him down, it’ll be me. Marshall is involved with people you don’t want to have any dealings with.”
“I work for one for the scariest MC’s on the East Coast, you think any of this makes me nervous?”
“I don’t doubt you’re a bad ass,” I arch a brow on the last word. Her nostrils flare knowing I’ve had my hands on her bare ass just a few days ago. “But let me handle this. If King is asking, then I’ll make sure I track him down.”
“I need to talk to him as soon as you find him. I mean it, Mace,” she adds. “We need to be discrete with this, it’s imperative.”
“Trust me, I know all about how secret this thing is,” I lean forward, putting my elbows on the table so I’m closer to her. “It was my club that was used.”
“For a good cause.”
“I should have been told.”
“Kind of defeats the purpose of what they were doing,” she responds.
Verbally sparring with her is almost as fun as fucking her. Her lips part and my eyes are drawn there again, then lower, to the triangle of bare skin of her chest. Cassie leans back and picks up her coffee, holding it in front of her, like a barrier. Doesn’t stop me remembering her naked tits.
This is getting out of hand, she’s right, it’s serious and fantasizing about her is not helping this situation or my cock.
“I can find him, and when I do,” I hold up a hand to stop her protest. “I’ll make sure you’re there to talk to him.”
“Good.”
“Why didn’t you tell me all of this on the phone?”
“Like I already said, its sensitive and I don’t trust your phone.”
“Seems more like you wanted to see me.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I can think of a number of reasons,” I shift my feet until one of them taps hers. It makes her jump, and she gets angry it startled her.
“We are not going to talk about that, it isn’t what I’m here for.”
“I didn’t think you’d want me to bend you over the table in front of all these respectable people,” I smirk. “The bathroom though.”
“You’re so full of yourself,” she shakes her head.
“You could be full of me,” I say in a low voice.
