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Fuck!
It was barely a second before he shot up from his chair. “Get me the elevator.”
“Yes, sir.” Jared disappeared down the hall, and Trey grabbed his jacket from his chair. He stalked down the hallway to the end, where the open door was waiting for him.
Dahlia Carter.
Ahhh, fuck me!
Trey knew exactly why she was at the club but wasn’t sure why she’d been waiting in their personal lobby. No one was permitted access through their private entrance without his or Rogue’s authority. And she didn’t have it. Trey walked inside the elevator and slammed the button, waiting for the doors to close. He’d deal with her personally. Ironic since he’d done everything in his power to deliberately not interact with Dahlia Carter.
She’d become a secret obsession for him after he’d met her the first time at the Ghosttown East MC clubhouse. This fucking woman. A stranger. Not fully. He’d met her, heard of her, and in a few rare instances, interacted with her, though not by choice. Trey made a point of staying away from Dahlia. As he did with all women, he kept them at arm’s length unless they shared his bed. Even then, it was for a few hours, and they were gone. Women were a distraction and had no place in his world. Especially this one. Dahlia may have spent time with associates within the Underground, but she wasn’t the type to survive in his world. Too soft, too naïve, and too nice.
Trey’s phone rang just as the doors opened. It was the call from Rogue he’d been waiting on for the past two hours. He reached for his phone, knowing this took precedence over anything else.
“I’m sorry.”
Trey stilled with his hand in his chest pocket. There was something about her voice, or maybe it was her words that triggered his heart rate, and it started pumping along with his blood through his veins. While his interactions with her had been limited, Dahlia never wavered from her overly bubbly and friendly demeanor. It could have been a front, but Trey knew how to read people and find deceit in not only what they said but how they acted. It was imperative in his line of work. From everything he’d seen and heard about her, she was genuinely scared.
“Who the fuck let you in?” Rod shouted.
“I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” Dahlia said.
Trey dropped his hand to his side, ignored the call, and stepped out of the elevator, leaving him a few feet from Rod and Dahlia. He’d taught himself long ago to separate from everyone around him. He had allies, enemies, and employees. No one got close to him except a very select few he considered family.
It took a long time to train himself to force down any emotion, especially empathy. It was a downfall in his line of work. It was a weakness that got people killed. Trey was a master at shutting down and keeping himself and those around him guarded. However, it seemed all his restraint was no match for one dark-haired beauty.
Trey had done his research on Dahlia Carter. It was a first, actually. Aside from a reference, background, and finance check, employees weren’t subjected to a deep dive into their personal lives. Dahlia had been his exception. Trey had made excuses to himself. She’d worked at the MCs. Therefore, she could have an ulterior motive, possibly even be a setup by East. It was far-fetched but not unheard of. Every reason he drummed up seemed viable and valid.
However, as he dug more into her past, a different picture emerged. A life that had its struggles and tragedy and loss. Trey himself didn’t have any family to speak of, but he had people he deemed family. Losing a member would be devastating, and he’d watched others around him struggle with their own loss years later. Dahlia was no different. Knowing her past humanized her. It made him question how she could seemingly look at the world through rose-colored glasses. Again, it could’ve been an act on her part, but Trey would’ve read through it. Seen past the faux smiles. Dahlia didn’t seem to shield anything in their very few interactions. She blushed, and her voice shook when they’d first met. She’d stared too long with too much interest, and even when caught, she merely smiled. A fucking beautiful smile.
Dahlia wasn’t like other women in his world. She wasn’t hardened or out to prove anything. It made her dangerous to a man like Trey, who couldn’t combat his attraction or his unrelenting need to protect her, especially watching her shudder against a man twice her size.
Fuck! He ground his teeth, clenched his fist, and drew in a deep breath.
“Rod,” Trey said, keeping his tone under control. It was another skill he’d mastered years ago.
Both Rod and Dahlia looked over at him.
“I don’t know who the fuck she is, sir.”
Trey walked into the entry, slowly nodding. Her eyes widened with droplets of water sprinkled over her face. Her usually thick, wavy brown hair was soaked and matted down. And she’s still fucking gorgeous.
“She’s Dahlia Carter.” Trey arched his brow and glanced over to Rod. “Back up.”
The man immediately retreated, standing a few feet away, and Trey turned his attention to Dahlia.
“How did you get in here?”
“I have an interview.”
Dahlia was noticeably shaking, and her throat bobbed as if in pure distress. Usually, it was how he enjoyed watching defiant people. But not her. Dahlia grazed her teeth over her bottom lip and shifted nervously on her feet. Her head was slightly bowed, but he caught her eyes as they quickly glanced up and then dropped down to the floor. Trey was dominant by nature or possibly nurtured to be that way. He felt powerful when others bowed down, but he didn’t get off on fear like some others.
“Dahlia.” His tone was commanding, graveled slightly. She glanced up, eyes so soft and endearing, they were almost irresistible. Almost. Still, Trey refused to give in and be enamored by her beauty.
“That’s not what I asked you.”
Dahlia shrunk slightly, darting her eyes from left to right, effectively avoiding eye contact. Again.
