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She whitened at the words.
Before either of them could speak, a shadow fell over them.
It was, again, Sabastian Gabris, and his voice was low and amused as he murmured, “I see the fun has already started without me.”
Chapter Five
The goal of the projectwas simple: to get deaf kids involved in bike races. The best way to have them involved was to include them in the pimping process for bikes. Bobby’s role was to ensure that the activities the children would participate in were completely safe for them – and for the racers who would eventually ride the bikes. It should have been simple, really, but not when two Greek alpha men were butting heads over it.
“Graphic wraps are too much for the kids to handle,” Sabastian Gabris drawled. Unlike the rest of the club members, who were all in shirts and jeans – including Leandro, Sabastian was dressed in a pinstriped suit. He exuded sophistication and power, a modern-day king who was used to being obeyed.
“I beg to differ.” Leandro Christopoulos’ voice was clipped. Except for Helios, Leandro was taller than all the other club members, and with a larger and more powerfully built frame that vibrated with strength and raw masculinity. He was a man’s man, the kind who didn’t hesitate to fight dirty to stake a claim.
“The application of graphic wraps may be intricate and complex, but it can be taught. Just because the kids in Bobby’s foundation are deaf doesn’t mean they’re not trainable.”
“Training is the operative word,” Sabastian pointed out. “We have a very limited time frame to work with and you must admit that as they are handicapped, it would require more time than usual to train them.”
“I can also argue that since they are handicapped and disadvantaged, they also possess more willpower and ambition. It could be the other way around, and you may need lesser time than usual training them.”
Kellion’s whisper into her ear almost made Bobby jump as he said, “They’re having a pissing contest because of you.”
Bobby colored. “Shut up,” she whispered back even as she kept her gaze trained on Sabastian – and Sabastian alone. No way was she going to look at Leandro, who had looked like he wanted to kill her earlier when she stuck to Sabastian like glue as Helios explained to Leandro about Sabastian also being a member of the club.
Sabastian said calmly, “I don’t agree.”
He returned in the same tone, “Then we have a problem.” The other guy’s calmness irritated Leandro like hell, and he itched to give Mr. Pretty Boy a good punch in the face. All the time, however, he kept his gaze resolutely on Sabastian’s face, knowing that he could not be responsible for his actions if he happened to see Sabastian holding Bobby’s hand.
Something in the air changed, the atmosphere becoming tenser. Bobby started feeling restless again. Why had Sabastian come here anyway? He had made no mention of it last night, and she wondered uneasily what her friend was planning. She had gotten to know him quite well over the last year, and it had made her realize that Sabastian was a great believer in using shock therapy to get things done.
When Sabastian drawled, “Actually, I don’t think we do,” Bobby had a suddenly sinking feeling that whatever Sabastian had planned, it wasn’t something she’d be happy about.
Leandro said coldly, “I believe you’re right. Because in this case, I’m simply going to pull rank and make an executive decision. Graphic wraps will be a part of their training.”
Sabastian only smiled. “Not so fast, Christopoulos. Don’t you want to hear my proposition first?” Before the other man could speak, he said languidly, “Why don’t we settle this the old-fashioned way?”
Understanding broke over Leandro’s face, but he remained distrustful of the other guy’s intentions. “If you’re suggesting a race, I’m not interested.”
