Page 55 of Property of Chux

I squeeze my eyes shut. Nope. Not my problem. Not happening.

Shaking my head, I slowly back away, pretending I never walked into my own bakery to find two people getting it on in the back office.

The moans pick up again, and I cringe.

Dear God, why?

I slip out the front door, letting it shut behind me before leaning against the wall outside, taking a deep breath.

I knew Kelly had been acting different. That smug little smirk she’s been walking around with lately? It all makes so much sense now.

And Riot? Jesus, Riot?

Of all the guys in the Kings of Anarchy, I figured Kelly would have been into someone like Mellow or Stunt—someone smooth, someone who flirted with charm.

But no. She had to go for the most brooding, intense, six-foot-four beast in the club.

I shake my head, biting back a laugh as I cross my arms and wait for them to get their shit together.

Fifteen minutes pass before the back door finally swings open.

Riot steps out first, looking exactly zero percent ashamed. His cut hangs open over a tight black T-shirt, his jeans are still sitting low on his hips, and his usual scowl is firmly in place. The only thing giving away what just happened is the fact thathis hair is a mess—like someone ran their fingers through it over and over again.

Kelly follows right behind him, her cheeks flaming her hair looking just as wild as Riot’s. She’s adjusting the hem of her shirt, her lips slightly swollen.

I stare at them, waiting, arms still crossed.

Kelly doesn’t meet my eyes. She clears her throat and grabs a coffee cup from the counter like that’s going to make this moment less awkward.

Riot?

That man looks completely unfazed.

He walks right up to the counter, drops a few bills down, and levels me with a hard stare. “I’ll take a bear claw.”

I snort, shaking my head. “Yeah? You came for a bear claw or Kelly’s claws on your back?”

Kelly chokes on her coffee.

Riot just smirks, his lips twitching like he’s this close to laughing. “Both.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re impossible.”

Kelly, still red-faced, finally glares at me. “Can you just, I don’t know, not?”

I grin “Oh, honey, I couldnot. But where’s the fun in that?”

Riot shakes his head, still smirking as he grabs his bear claw from the tray I slide toward him. “You say anything about this, I’ll make sure your man finds out exactly what you said about him after a few tequila shots last week.”

My smirk drops

Kelly gasps, spinning toward him. “You would not.”

Riot takes a slow, deliberate bite of his bear claw, still holding my gaze. “Try me.”

I huff, grabbing a rag and wiping down the counter just to give my hands something to do. “Fine. For now.

Riot nods, satisfied. “Smart girl.”

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