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When she straightened, his gaze dropped down over her body. There’d been an effort to look her best. It was a far cry from how she’d dressed when she was spending time at the Ghosttown East MC. It seemed Dahlia had ditched her bra tops and tiny shorts for a short, tightly fitted black skirt and a semi-conservative white blouse. It probably would have been more conservative had the rain not soaked her shirt, making it almost transparent and outlining her black lacy bra. It was certainly a look he hadn’t seen often outside of strip clubs. Trey was sure it wasn’t the look she was going for.
“Do you need me to repeat the question?” Trey steeled his features when her lips formed an O, and she blinked incessantly.
“Sloane gave me the code so I could wait inside. She’s running late and didn’t want me to have to stay out in the rain.”
That explained it, and it wasn’t a huge concern. Sloane, who’d worked for them for years, was trustworthy enough and knew the rules. Never one to break them, he was almost impressed she did so. However, he was sure Sloane wouldn’t have done that for just anyone. No, Dahlia was a friend. Even with his understanding, it didn’t stop his interrogation.
“You couldn’t wait in your car?”
She swallowed and shook her head. “I took the bus here.”
The bus?
“Where’s your car?” Trey asked.
Dahlia pressed her lips together, staring back at him. There was a distinct panic in her gaze. He raised his brows, waiting. Dahlia brushed her hair from her face. It was a stall tactic he’d seen a dozen times. It was a simple question that she seemed to be struggling with.
“It’s in the shop.” Her gaze immediately averted across the room, and her cheeks pinkened. She was definitely lying, though he couldn’t pinpoint her reasoning. Trey folded his arms over his chest.
“The bus doesn’t come down this street.”
Dahlia widened her eyes. Her mascara was smudged slightly, enhancing her eyes. She pointed toward the wall. “The stop is two blocks down.”
Her response caught him off guard. He’d just driven in, and the rain had been torrential.
“You walked the two blocks?”
Her smile was shaky as she waved her hands across her body. “Obviously.”
She was trying to make light of the situation, but Trey’s focus locked on her white blouse that was now soaked and failing to conceal a dark lacy bra. Dahlia smiled, looking between him and the security.
“I swear I looked better when I left the house.”
Trey didn’t doubt it. In fact, the few times he’d seen her, she’d always looked good. Enticing, tempting, and sexy. His attraction made no sense. Sure, she was gorgeous, but Trey had been surrounded by women who’d been categorized as tens. Dahlia should’ve been no different. Yet, whenever he was around her, he’d felt a pull, a physical reaction. His blood heated, his muscles tensed, and his control wavered. He could have her. One night. Two if he wanted. He knew it. Trey just didn’t know if that would be enough.
His world was hard, cruel, deadly, and cold. It was no place for a woman like her.
“Follow me,” Trey said and turned, walking down the hall. He didn’t bother looking back. He knew she was behind him. Her heels clicked against the floor, and when he stopped at one of the doors, she immediately halted. He punched in the code and opened the door, holding it and jerking his chin for her to walk past him. Her arm brushed against his chest in the tight quarters.
There were two separate entrances divided by a wall where only a few knew the code. Trey led her down a short hall to Sloane’s office. He opened the door, turned on the light, and waited for Dahlia to walk in. She leaned in the doorway, poking her head inside before slipping past him again. Being so close, he took in her scent. Strawberries. It was pleasant and sweet and showcased her innocence. Dahlia stepped inside but made no move to take a seat.
“How long did Sloane say she’d be?”
Dahlia spun around and widened her eyes. “Um, fifteen minutes.”
Trey slowly nodded and stepped out, grasping the door handle.
“Thanks again.”
She was twisting her hands and smiling.
“For what?”
“The job.”
Trey sharpened his gaze. “You didn’t get the job yet.”
Her face paled, realizing she’d misspoken. Trey wasn’t a fool. He was well aware Dahlia would be hired immediately by Sloane. It didn’t stop him from enjoying her nervous shudder and unmistakable uneasiness.
