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“Bullshit.”
Pulling his pants down with one thumb, Ace’s lipstick-smeared junk flopped out. It even had a little red heart sticker stuck to the tip.
“Fuck me. Told you that she’d give you a sticker,” Ryder said, amused. “And I recognize that color lipstick. You got a blow job from your doctor? That’s all kinds of crazy.”
“Not only that.” Righting his pants, Ace shoved up his sleeve to reveal a phone number written on his arm in what appeared to be a black sharpie.
Ryder shook his head. “You lucky son of a bitch. I’ll take my thank you about now. If I hadn’t shot you, you never would have met her.”
Pulling his sleeve back down, Ace’s grin spread wider. “I’m almost inclined to give you one.”
“Shit, you are more chilled the fuck out than I’ve ever seen you. I guess we now know what it takes to get you to stop being a dick.”
“Whatever, man. Nothing could ruin this day for me.”
“I’ll bet you anything I can have you pissed the hell off inside of an hour,” Ryder challenged, ideas already beginning to form.
Darkness spoke in a low and menacing tone. “Leave the man alone. Let him enjoy the little happiness that’s come his way.”
Turning his attention to his president, Ryder took note of the classic and always there dark expression he wore and responded, “Yeah, why mess with him when Mister Doom and Gloom himself is sitting right here?”
Rather than answering, Darkness reached out and nailed him with one hard first across his face while still driving.
Ryder cupped his aching jaw, cursing under his breath. “What in the hell was that for?”
“Thinking I’m some easy fuck to mess with.”
Rubbing his jaw, Ryder stammered, “I-I didn’t think that…exactly.”
“Shut the fuck up. You do not have my permission to speak for the rest of the drive.”
Moving his lower jaw back and forth, Ryder canned the chitchat. He wished he could say this was out of character for his president. Unfortunately, the man hadn’t earned his road name for enjoying a romantic evening under the stars with his favorite bitch. There was a darkness lurking in his soul that made him unpredictable and as dangerous as a heart attack, and when he was in a mood like the one tonight, Ryder wasn’t stupid enough to cross him.
~ Tiffany ~
Shifting uncomfortably on the barstool, Tiffany sucked on her daiquiri.
Slinging his bar towel over his shoulder, Ace frowned before saying in a thoroughly annoyed tone, “Well, maybe she does, and maybe she doesn’t. How the hell am I supposed to know if she’s really into me or if she just blows all her patients?”
“Get real, Ace. Doctors never do things like that with their patients.”
Grinning, he shrugged. “Maybe that’s why the place was packed.”
Nearly spitting out her drink, Tiffany jerked in her seat, laughing. That would be a great way to get new patients and all, but she just couldn’t bring herself to believe a doctor would give a guy with a gaping leg wound a blow job. It literally didn’t make any sense.
Pulling herself together, she tried to explain the situation again. “It’s against the law for doctors to date their own patients. They could get sued or maybe even have their license pulled.”
“Well, just between you and me, I’m starting to wonder if she even was a doctor.”
Suddenly interested, Tiffany leaned over the bar. “What do you mean? She did a really good job on your leg.”
“She had this other lady helping her. Her assistant was the one who worked on my leg. Dr. Reynolds just kind of held my hand and talked to me. Well, she fuckin’ flirted her pretty little ass off, if you know what I mean.”
Tilting her head, Tiffany took his measure, then said, “Some ladies like bikers, and you’re pretty hot. I can easily believe it.” Thinking about what he’d said, she asked, “What makes you think the other woman was her assistant?”
“‘Cause she shut the fuck up and worked on my leg.”
“If she was a physician’s assistant who specialized in surgery, then her performing minor surgical procedures wouldn’t be out of the question. They can even prescribe medications.”
