Page 36 of Primal Need


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“Okay, honey, thanks.”

I pulled up my calendar and bit my lip. Full Moon Farms.

Crap. I didn’t work with farmers and I’m not sure how this person, or persons, had gotten through. I was a fixer and farmers were typically hard-working folks who tried to do right by people.

I was going to have to let them down gently.

Ripley knocked again, pushed my door open and stood back while I rose from my chair and looked up.

Then froze.

Sundance, in all his biker glory grinned and walked into my office. “Ms. Bates.”

“Ah…”

“This is Thorne Graves,” Ripley supplied, and I glanced at her.

She mouthed,“Oh, my god, he is hawt,”then left us and closed the door.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded.

“Careful, Dimples, your office is watching. Shake my hand and pretend we’re meeting for the first time.”

I glanced out the windows of my office, and sure enough, all eyes were on us.

I shook Sundance’s hand and waved to the chair across from me.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Graves?” I asked as we both took our seats.

“Well, what I’d really like is to strip you bare, run my tongue over every inch of you, and eat your pussy, but since you’ve been avoidin’ my calls for close to two weeks, I’ll start with an explanation.”

I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the ache his words caused between my legs. “I’ve been busy.”

“No, you’ve been ghosting.”

I frowned. “You have no idea—”

“You need to smile, baby, so your office thinks you’re having a very nice, professional meeting.”

I licked my lips and softened my expression. “I told you at your club what I was feeling.”

“And I heard you. But we can’t get past it if we don’t see each other, or at the very least, talk.”

I glanced at my screen. “You made up a fake business to see me?”

“It’s not fake.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Full Moon Farms?”

“I grow and distribute cannabis. Orion and I, along with the club, also own about a dozen stores around Denver, Colorado Springs, and Monument.”

I gasped. “You do?”

“Yeah.”

Wow, that surprised me.

“You know I don’t really handle respected companies,” I said. “I’m more of a fixer.”