“No way in hell.” He squeezed my chin. “If you want that, honey, you need to go get that, but it’s not me.”
I sighed. “I have a problem with that, unfortunately.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“I want you.”
“What a coincidence,” he mused.
“You want you too?” I sassed.
He grinned. “You’re gonna be fun.”
“I’m already fun.”
“Yeah, but you’re gonna be even more fun once I get you naked.”
I shivered, dropping my head to his chest again. I was standing so close to him, I felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He slid it out and glanced at the screen. “Rocky needs me to meet him out back.”
I nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
He held his pinky finger up and I wrapped mine around his. He kissed me gently, then kissed me again, before leaving me and closing my door behind him.
Well, shit. I was in trouble.
* * *
Aero
“How the fuck shouldI know what it says? I don’t speak Russian,” Rocky said.
“I think these instructions are in Ukranian,” I replied.
“How would you know?”
“Because this package came from Kiev,” I said, reading the shipping label.
Rocky stared back at me blankly.
“Kiev. The Capitol city of Ukraine. Where you ordered the pushrods from,” I said.
“Shit, man. I’d have sponsored you in the club a lot sooner if I had known what a cultured sonofabitch you are,” Rocky joked.
“Yeah, well I’m still not sure patching into this club is the best idea,” I said.
“You and me both,” he said with a laugh.
“Hey, why didn’t you order these parts from Hatch’s shop?” I asked.
“I saw the rods online and the guy was asking a fair price, so I ordered ’em. I didn’t know where they were coming from.”
“The price was so low because these aren’t the correct pushrods for a ’64 panhead,” I said, tossing the useless part on the cluttered workbench.
“Fantastic,” Rocky snapped. “What the hell are we gonna do now?”
“What would they do in Ukraine?” I asked.
Rocky broke into a wide smile before exclaiming, “Drink Vodka!”
