“Sleep well, Brooke,” Bear yells.
I turn and smile before heading inside. When I first walk in, everyone stares at me. I keep my head down and go straight to my room, blushing. Of course, everyone would be looking at me. I almost had sex with Bear on his bike.
8
BROOKE
When I walked into work this morning, I couldn’t look anyone in the eyes, especially Bear. I am slightly embarrassed about how I acted. My face has been red from blushing so much, thinking about all my brain is replaying is the kissing and grinding against Bear last night. I didn’t get much sleep either.
“Your face is flushed again,” Gears teases, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I put my hands up to my face, attempting to hide.
“What happened between you and Bear? I know for a fact he came back to the club without you, and with a boner,” Gears taunts.
Humiliated, I shake my head. I don’t want to have this conversation with Gears.
“If it makes you feel any better, I was the only one who saw him. Everyone else was chilling by the bar.” Gears grins.
I am mortified that he even saw Bear in that state. The state thatIput Bear in. It was all my doing.
“I’ll stop asking,” he says.
Looking at Gears, I nod, appreciating that he is reading the room. I wasn’t going to answer any of the questions he asked anyway.
“I do want to say, though, that I am happy you said yes. I’ve never seen Bear interested in any girl before, but I’ve already told you that,” he says, leaning against the car I am working on.
I grab the piece of paper and pen that I keep close to me in case of emergencies.
No girls at all?
“Yeah, that’s right. Ever since he came back from the Army and joined the MC, he hasn’t looked at or touched a girl. You are the first one he has taken an interest in,” he tells me.
I stare at Gears in shock. I would think that any girl who looks at Bear would want to get into his pants. He is incredibly good-looking, and his voice is so deep but smooth. I am surprised that he hasn’t had any of the girls in town. Some of them are really pretty.
Gears walks back over to the motorcycle he is working on. I am just doing a state inspection for this car, so it shouldn’t take me long to finish it.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Pres wants to talk to you in his office,” Gears says.
I look over at Gears and point down. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong.
“Yeah, now. He said to tell you to meet him after lunch. Just say I held you up. Also, here are our phone numbers,” Gears says.
I nod and grab the rag sitting on the car. I take the piece of paper from Gears and put it into my pocket. Wiping my hands, I walk toward the President’s office. I mess around with the rag, trying to keep my cool and not show my nerves. I haven’t been to his office since I asked for a day off.
I knock on the door and hear him invite me in. After walking in, I stand in the middle of the room.
“You can sit down,” Pres says.
I point toward my oil stains on my clothes and shake my head.
“Don’t worry about it. Just sit down, please,” he says.
With a sigh, I sit on the edge of the chair. He never said I had to sit fully on the chair. I look at Pres and find amusement in his eyes.
“I just wanted to check in with you. How are the jobs going? Anyone giving you trouble?” he asks, and hands me a piece of paper and a pen.
Jobs are good, and no one is giving me problems. Thank you for paying for the work phone.
