Page 32 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
“I’ll teach you.”
“So you want me to work for you?” Bolt said that menacingly, crossing his large muscular arms over his chest. “Wearing that?”
The smile grew on my face. I thought he’d look quite sexy in that white apron. With his tattoos crawling on his arms and down his neck. His bulging biceps and narrow waist. That leather jacket. He’d be an attractive addition behind the counter.
Did Bolt even know how sexy he was?
“You don’t want to raise any eyebrows around here, right? This is the only way,” I replied. He glared at me for a few more moments and then snatched the apron out of my hands.
“Fine. Show me. How hard can it be?”
Before the rest of my staff arrived and I had to open up for the day, Bolt and I practiced making espressos. He wasn’t a natural. This wasn’t the kind of work he excelled at. But the truth was I was having fun. I touched his hands while we worked the machine. I caught the way he looked at me. His eyes roaming over my body. I daydreamed about that kiss, the way his tongue thrust into my mouth. Just being around him was enough to make me wet between my legs.
Eventually, he was able to make an espresso without much disaster and I decided we were ready for the day.
“So, what do I have to do?” he grunted. I was right. He did look damn sexy in that apron, his hands on his hips, staring me down like he could devour me.
“Nothing. Just make espressos when one of us asks for it. Simple.”
“And I don’t have to talk to anybody?” he asked.
I shook my head.
The cafe opened up and the regulars started arriving. I saw the way everyone spotted Bolt behind the counter. My customers and staff alike. He was a looming large presence today. There was no way he’d go unnoticed. I told my staff he was a friend helping out, but I wondered if they could sense the sexual sizzle between us.
Bolt remained silent for the rest of the day, barely making eye contact with anybody.
By the end of the day, I’d forgotten about our dynamic. Our true dynamic. The fact that my brother was being held in a dark basement in the Club, that in reality, I was Bolt’s prisoner.
The only thing that buzzed around in my head was how sexy Bolt looked working in my cafe. How tonight we were going to share a bed again. How I could get used to seeing him around.
What was wrong with me?
“Hurry up, we need to get back to the Clubhouse. I have a meeting to attend,” he grumbled when I was closing up. Everyone was gone, we were alone again, and the truth was it felt good to be around him. Did he feel the same way? Did he even notice me? I wished I could read his mind, but Bolt was like a solid vault.“You’re going to have to spend some time with Sophie while I’m at the meeting,” Bolt said when we walked into the Clubhouse.
The funny thing was that by now, it had stopped feeling like a strange place. People recognized me and they didn’t have that same threatening look on their faces as before. Maybe it was because Chip had given the MC the information they needed, but I had a feeling Bolt had something to do with it too. Had he told people to get off my back?
“I had fun with her last time,” I said as we walked toward the bar together. I wasn’t lying. As different as Sophie had seemed to me at first, I’d quickly realized we got along just fine.
Also, the idea of keeping busy while Bolt worked seemed good. We spent so much time together now that I felt like I’d miss him if I didn’t have him around.
“Looks like you have to babysit me again,” I said to Sophie. She nodded at Bolt and smiled at me.
“I’ll be glad for your company,” she replied. I glanced at Bolt and caught his eye as he was walking away. I wished I could say something as we parted ways, but the truth was, this was a working relationship. Not a personal one. Neither was this supposed to be a friendship.
The bar was busy as usual, and Sophie continued to work. This time, I didn’t need her to tell me what to do. I started cleaning glasses while she served the drinks.
I could feel eyes on me as I worked. Maybe they weren’t going to give me such a hard time anymore, but people around here were still going to keep an eye on me.
“How are you today?” Sophie asked, when she finally had a moment to breathe.
“Better, I think.”
“Yeah, I heard you got to talk to your brother.”
