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“I do, for now. But we’re hoping it takes off. We want to get a store eventually, but for now, we sell out of the apartment.”
“What do ya sell?” He laughed. “Sex toys?”
She laughed and shook her head. “Not even close. Some clothes, candles, jewelry. We have oils too, but not the ones you’re thinking of.”
“Ahhhh…you know me better than I thought.”
It had been a while since she’d gotten giddy over talking with a man. She curled her knees up to her chest.
“What are you doing?”
He sighed. “Waiting on Rourke outside the clubhouse. Taking a ride up north for a few days.”
Her heart plummeted. It was disappointing. She must have misread his call, or she was just jumping to conclusions. She thought for sure he’d wanna see her. She brushed away the hair from her cheek, hooking it over her ear.
“Well, have fun.” She rolled her eyes. It was a lie. She actually hoped he had a horrible time and spent the days missing her. It was an irrational thought. Sex against a tree with a virtual stranger did not constitute a relationship. For all she knew, he’d left her the other night and went to the club to be with another woman. God knows, there wasn’t a shortage of scantily clad beautiful women to take care of his needs. Probably more well-versed than Cheyenne.
He snorted. “Unlikely.” He paused, and she heard the mumbling banter in the background. “Gotta go.”
“Okay.” Her shoulders slumped. Trax was not good for her ego, and neither was her insecure mind.
“When’s your next night off?”
“Thursday.”
“Good, I’ll be back by then. I’m taking you out.”
She straightened her back from her hunched position. “You are?”
He snickered. “Yeah, I am.” His voice lowered. “One taste was not enough, Chey.”
She clamped her lips. How the hell was she supposed to respond? Macy would have an awesome sexy comeback as would the girls from the club. Cheyenne, however, was a mute. She crinkled her nose. Think of something. She bit her lip. Will I get my own taste this time? The question shocked her mind. She’d never said anything like that to a man. She swallowed her breath, hoping the words would come out in a sexy purr as opposed to stuttering gibberish.
“Later, babe.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. It was a lost opportunity. Damn it.
“Bye.” She clicked the End button and then tossed the phone onto the carpet. She leaned back and lay down, covering her face with her hands.
Epic fail.
****
Trax scanned his garage. He was so fucking far behind with work. He was finally back from the three-day excursion up north. It had been a complete waste of time. The deal wasn’t settled, and now his repairs were backed up. He’d be eating and sleeping in the garage for the next week to get caught up.
The balance between the club business and his money-making business teetered. It left little time for much else, which for once, didn’t sit well with Trax. Adding Cheyenne into the mix was going to spread him real thin. It was worth it, though. He’d spent the better part of the run thinking of her and texting her. She’d been silent until the first night when he’d texted her. From then on, she’d send him random shit.
It became obvious, and he had to put up with a ribbing here and there from the guys. They were especially relentless went he got up to answer her call. He didn’t give a shit. He’d take anything they sent his way just to hear her voice.
His phone rang twice before he wiped his hands and answered.
“Done.” It was Rourke, and the one-word answer was all he needed.
“Fuck,” he snapped, tossing the rag against the bike he worked on. “Told ya I didn’t want this.”
“Hands are fucking tied with this, man. Kase wanted it done.”
Kase had brought up bugging Cheyenne’s place during the run. He was convinced she was still holding out. With enough members on board, he didn’t get much of a say. Rourke had his back, but it still was only two against the rest of the club. Even Saint, who was usually the voice of reason, went along with Kase on it. His one stipulation was it be placed in the living area only; no bedroom or bathroom.
