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“You are going to give him hell, aren’t you?”
“Why would I do that?” I fake innocence.
“I know you, Olson. I’ve known you for years now, and I know when you get that look in your eye, you’re going to do something I’m not going to like,” he says.
“Oh, come on! I’m not that bad,” I argue.
“Aren’t you? What about the pranks on the set? What about the time you went skydiving when you weren’t supposed to?”
“Those weren’t that bad. It was sky diving,” I remind him.
“Which could have killed you! And might I add, you told no one you were going.”
“So, I’ll tell you first if I plan on doing something stupid,” I smirk at him.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Olson.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I don’t go that far,” I tell him.
“We’ll see. You want to meet the security guy now?”
“Sure. Bring him in.” Mitch stands from his seat and walks over to the door and pulls it open. I see him motion for someone to come in before I see the man. He was not what I was expecting. At. All.
This man is tall, with broad shoulders. He has sunglasses hiding his eyes, but I don’t miss the tattoos snaking up his neck or the ones on his hands, either. He’s not dressed like my normal security is, either. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone dressed like him aside from TV shows.
“This is Ridge. Ridge, this is Olson,” Mitch introduces us as the man reaches out. I awkwardly take it in mine as I let my eyes wander over him. He smirks as he pulls his hand away from me.
“Is this a joke?” I ask, looking at Mitch for confirmation.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s not in a suit and tie,” I tell him.
“I’ve been assured these guys are the best at what they do. He doesn’t need a suit and tie,” Mitch adds.
“You’re in an MC?” I ask him.
“Yeah. Bleeding Aces.”
“I thought that shit was only on TV,” I blurt, sounding a little shocked.
“Not at all. I’m the real deal,” he says, eyeing me through his glasses; I can feel his eyes on me.
“So, you kill people?”
“Olson!” Mitch scolds.
“What? I’m asking questions,” I say in my defense.
“Not the right kinds,” he adds.
“I kill if I need to. That good enough for you?” Ridge asks me. I nod, a little enamored with the man. I’ve never been up close and personal with anyone from a real MC before. I’ve been around actors who pretended to be, but never a real one.
“Can I touch the cut?” I ask, my hand already reaching out. The man shifts on his feet before nodding his head. I run my fingers along the leather, but I don’t miss how hard the man is underneath it, either. My eyes immediately shoot to his, but I can’t see them through the dark glasses. Although I know he’s following my every move.
“What’s it feel like?” he asks, his tone deep and raspy.
“Softer than I thought it would be,” I tell him. He nods as I let my hand fall away from him.
