Page 14 of Savage Grace

“But—”

“Go.” I turned to smile in her direction.

She huffed and pursed her lips but decided to obey, storming towards the stock room with one last look at Ashe. Her eyes roamed him up and down, assessing my conquest.

Honestly, I was doing the same.

He had looked mouthwatering that night out in the club, but there was something different about the way he looked right now.

Maybe it was the serious, dangerous set to his jaw, or the steeliness in his otherwise warm eyes. Maybe it was the way his dark, faded jeans fitted snug against his tree-trunk thighs.

I tried not to laugh at the ‘Harley Davidson’ shirt he wore, the one that looked almost identical to the one I stole.

His hair was on the cusp of a very light brown and very dark blonde, and it had a nice wave to it. A few almost-ringlets hung over his forehead, probably pressed in place by the helmet that hung from his handlebars.

“So, couldn’t stay away?” I asked, shimmying my shoulders while leaning against the counter.

He only pursed his lips, missing the sarcasm in my voice.

“Oh, a man of few words. Myfavourite.”

Ashe rolled his eyes. His mouth was set in a straight line and it didn’t even waiver a bit.

“Look,Zarina,” he emphasised my name, obviously pissed that I had given him a false one.

“Oh shut up,” I cut him off. “What are you shitty about? I give fake names to every guy I meet out. You’re not special.”

“Fine, but?—”

“Plus, it’s not like you told me who you were.”

That got his attention, and he was at the counter in one long stride. His height became so much more consuming when he was closer, so did the bulk of his muscular frame.

“I told you myrealname.”

“You didn’t tell me you were a Redliner.”

That got a slight smirk out of him. “Didn’t really have time to, Princess.”

I pursed my lips.

“Besides, it’s not something that I exactly advertise to random women. But I wasn’t keeping it a secret or anything.”

He leaned over the counter now, our faces were close as we glared at one another.

There was a long pause of tense silence.

God, he was lovely to look at.

I tried to keep the angry fire in my eyes as I stared into his. That swirl of gold and green was so unique, it was borderline hypnotic. So was the way that he glared at me right back, not backing down.

I could still see Shag out of the corner of my eye, standing outside the shop with his nose basically pressed against the glass.

“Look, I don’t know what the fuck your brother is up to, but?—”

“Is that why you’ve been outside my shop all fucking morning?” I raised my voice, pointing towards the bikes.

He straightened again, chin tilting up to look down his nose at me.

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