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Norman chuckles, “Well, thankfully, everything is done. We just need to go over the figures. Normally, I’m not a part of these meetings, but Blair is running a little behind and should be here momentarily.”

I nod and mention, “Because you don’t want the club to be pissed that your employee is not on time?”

He grins and shakes his head and mentions, “No, because Blair is a perfectionist and a pain in the ass where her job is concerned. Everything has to run on time.” I nod in understanding before taking a seat, just as the door opens again, and I put my cold mask on. So this Blair knows I don’t take too kindly to tardiness. Even if I only just arrived myself, the moment I see her, I freeze, this fucking bombshell walks in wearing tight as fuck jeans and a blouse. I have to swallow my tongue as I take her in from her boots and my eyes work their way up, past her thick thighs, and hips, her narrow waist. Her tits are large and perfect for he body, but as I get to her face I feel like all the air has been fucking sucked out from within me.

“Crash, I don’t want to hear it,” she says as she looks up before our eyes connect and fuck me.

Bright blue eyes instantly entice me along with her brown wavy hair with blond highlights that frame her face. The cut on her plump bottom lip has me seeing red, and I can’t fucking explain the anger I suddenly feel.

“Blair, what on earth happened to your lip?” Norman gasps, and suddenly everything makes sense, Crash’s look, his wanting me to come.

Blair isn’t a man, she’s a fucking woman who has made my heart race.

Shit.

Chapter 4

Blair

“Blair, what on earth happened to your lip?” Norman gasps, breaking my eye contact with the biker who is not Crash, and I wince seeing the anger in Norman's eyes.

Ugh, I know he’s going to call Mama.

Crap.

Clearing my throat, I lie, “Hit it on the corner of the car door, crazy,” while trying to ignore the intense eyes glaring at me that set my skin on fire. I can’t help but get sucked into those eyes, which scares the living crap out of me.

I’m already frazzled after walking out of my home to find my sister and her husband on the front doorstep. Now I have to deal with a biker I haven’t met before, and somehow, I think this has Crash’s interference all over it. Especially when he was supposed to be here today, and he heard my mama.

He’s trying to set me up with a man who, by the looks of things, hates me, like seriously, nothing but hate is being glared my way right now.

What did I even do?

Maybe he hates tardiness?

Norman shakes his head with disappointment, seeing right through my lie, and I narrow my eyes when he mutters, “That damn sister of yours…”

“I knew you and Mama were still sleeping together!” I snap, and he groans, “Dammit, Mags is going to kill me!”

“Sorry, mister?” I raise a brow, and he narrows his eyes before he grunts, “Blaze,” with a coldness that I don’t like.

“Sorry that I was two minutes late, Mr. Blaze. We’ll get this meeting started, shall we?” I sass, and he raises his brow while his lips twitch.

Ha, I knew he wasn’t stone cold.

I look at Norman and say, “Tell Mama we’re all having dinner tomorrow night,” knowing I have a night shift tonight and he groans. Then walks out mumbling about not getting any for a few weeks now that the cat is out of the bag and I scrunch my nose up.

A deep chuckle goes through me as Blaze asks, “You going to have nightmares now?”

“Actually, I think I just threw up a little in my mouth,” I admit as I look his way with horror at the thought of my boss and my mama having sex. While the sex on legs in front of me, bites his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing, and I narrow my eyes.

“You’re going to be a pain in the ass like Crash, aren’t you?” I confirm with a sigh, and he smirks, making me groan.

Dammit.

Shaking my head, I walk around the table and sit one seat away from him, like a professional that I am, not liking how my body is gravitating towards him and put the paperwork and my laptop on the table.

“At least you’re not glaring at me now,” I mutter, and he snorts. Taking a deep breath, I look at the man and ask, “Do you know anything about the club's finances?”