Page 12 of Royally Twisted

Tymber lifted is hand, flipping Lincoln off. “Man, one day you’re gonna bite off more than you can chew. I can’t wait to see the day you piss someone off who’s not your friend.”

Lincoln only laughed while another man, an artist she hadn’t spoken to, stood up. Her eyes followed his progress, going up and up until she was sure she wasn’t seeing correctly. The man had to be like six seven at least.

Her mouth hung open, but she shut it as Tymber tapped her chin. “That’s Ember. We’re not sure if he’s human or an alien from another planet.” Tymber motioned toward the giant.

“It’s true, girl. Every time I hear of a UFO sighting I ask him if that’s his people coming to get him.” Lincoln dodged the balled up roll of paper towels aimed at his head. “Dude, careful while I’m working.” Lincoln chuckled as the guy laying on his table grunted what she thought was an expletive. “Almost done, how you doing?”

Ivy tried not to laugh, but poor Ember made it hard as he flipped his non-existent hair behind his shoulder. “You boys are just jealous because all your ladies see me and forget about you. Ain’t that right, sexy?” he asked, his deep baritone voice filled with laughter, making her smile.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to no.” Ivy flicked her hand as if she was shooing him away.

“Excuse me? Ask me to no? What the hell does that mean?” Ember placed his hands on hips that had probably done lots of moving in and out of his lovers’ thighs. She was not going to be added to that list.

“It means she thinks you’re a dumbass, and has no plans to sleep with you,” Lux spoke up from her perch at the receptionist station.

“Let’s go before mayhem strikes,” Tymber announced.

“Don’t you need to—never mind,” Ivy stared at his workstation, shocked to see it had been cleaned already.

“You were in the zone, so I picked up before waking you.” Tymber shrugged.

Ember cleared his throat. “Seriously, you should maybe check your other prospects before settling on that one. Me for instance, I don’t have family issues that’ll take me away from whatever we have going on. That one,” he stopped and pointed at Tymber. “He’s got all kinds of baggage.” His smile was pure sin, making Ivy roll her eyes.

“We all have baggage. It’s knowing when to toss the trash out that separates us from idiots.” She winked at him, waiting to see his reaction.

Ember saluted her with a two finger movement from his brow to his lips. “Well, from one idiot to another, I bid you both a goodnight. I’ve got a date with a woman who loves how I work.”

Tymber tugged her behind him, heading toward the back of the shop. “Wait, my car’s out front.”

“I thought I’d take us on my bike. There’s an overlook that’s near the restaurant that’s pretty amazing.” He halted with his hand on the door leading outside.

His body was loose, letting her know it was her decision. “I don’t have a helmet.” Why she said that, she didn’t know, but damn, she actually wanted to ride behind him.

“I’ve got one. And before you say anything, I keep one for when my nieces want a ride.” He pointed toward the wall where one was hanging next to a couple others. “Come on, take a walk on the wild side,” he murmured.

If only he knew just how wild she’d been. However, that was in the past. She wasn’t going to pass up a chance to be close to Tymber. Hell, he would probably forget all about her if he knew exactly what her involvement with the MC had been. A wild side he said. The man would rethink his words if he’d ever stepped foot inside the clubhouse. Wild didn’t even begin to describe what went down at a party with the MC.

“Alright, but just to warn you, I will squeeze the life out of you if you do anything dangerous,” she warned.

Tymber chuckled, making her acutely aware that she hadn’t zipped the jacket over her bra, showing off the fact her nipples were hard.

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