Page 8 of Midnight Racers

I blinked once, because right now, none of this was happening the way I planned on the way here on my bike. I fully intended to kill whatever clown had trespassed on our hallowed ground. What I didn’t expect was a woman who belonged in one of my fantasies with her ass in the air under the bonnet of my car. Her attitude was admirable and feisty as fuck.

“I think the question should be—what are you doing here?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest to glare down at her. “Better yet, why were you sabotaging that car?”

Fire ignited behind her eyes and a rush of arousal shot through my veins. Some men preferred a woman on her knees and looking up at them with big, pleading eyes. I didn’t fit into that category. If a woman was on her knees in front of me, it had better be with her ass in the air ready for me to climb on and have some fun.

“I demand that you leave!” She pointed her finger at the door and raised a single eyebrow. “If you don’t then I will phone the police and the owner.”

I had nothing to say to that for several seconds. “Why don’t you do that?” I suggested. “I would start with the owner.”

Her eyes narrowed before she stomped off to retrieve her phone. She put it to her ear and I continued to watch her.

“Sorry to bother you, Jordan, but there is a man at the warehouse. He’s really aggressive and tried to attack me.” My eyebrows shot up again at her side of the story. “Okay, I’ll hold the line.”

She gave me anI told you solook.

My phone rang in my back pocket and I lifted it out to answer. “Yeah?”

“Are you free to take a trip to the warehouse?” Jordan asked.

A slow smile curved my lips up. “Sure. What’s up?”

“Our new engineer decided to pull an all-nighter to get up-to-speed on our designs. Apparently, there is someone there giving her a hard time.”

“How’s that possible?” I asked.

He had phoned me to say he had found a new mechanic with an impressive portfolio of designs. Jordan had referred to them as Charlie, which I assumed was a man. I was beginning to reassess that assumption.

“No fucking idea. That place is supposed to be as tight as a duck’s ass.” He sighed. “I really don’t need this right now.”

“Need a clean-up crew?” I asked.

His laugh echoed down the phone. “Nah. Megan has me under house arrest. I swear she is going to be the death of me with her obsession with furry rodents that like to climb trees. If I see any more in my garden, I’m putting an electric fence up.”

Jordan’s archnemesis was Simon the squirrel. Unfortunately, Megan loved that furry menace, which meant Jordan had to invest in shares of a walnut empire since that was his favourite treat. Love made perfectly good criminals into pussies.

“I’ll let Charlie know that you’ll pop around and check the place out. It’s maybe one of our guys stopping by to pick something up.”

“No worries. Make sure you leave those squirrels alone,” I said before hanging up.

He must have reconnected the call with Charlie. She was continuing to watch me as if I was a snake about to strike. The fact that she had positioned herself beside a spanner implied she was readying herself to fight.

“Thanks, Jordan. Yeah, I’ll keep an eye out for him. Okay, speak to you later.” She hung up. “I would advise you to leave. One of the owners is on his way here now.”

I settled my ass against my car and watched her. “And what?” I folded my arms across my chest.

That seemed to confuse her, so her fingers curled around the spanner and lifted it like a samurai sword or a baseball bat.

“That isn’t a very effective pose,” I commented. “I could counter the attack as you’re aiming too high. You need to bring it down a few inches and angle your assault up.” I demonstrated the pose.

Her brow furrowed and she looked at her weapon before setting it down.

“What exactly are you doing here?” I continued, relaxing since the threat level had decreased and I realised she wasn’t trying to harm my car.

“I work here,” she haughtily replied, her chin lifting in defiance. “And your excuse?”

My grin spread and I folded my arms across my chest again. “I was summoned here by an alarm activation,” I replied.

“Are you supposed to be some sort of security person?” she demanded. “If you are, you’re not very good at it.”

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