Page 5 of Closing on Lynx

“Found it in the forest. Now, can you show me where Jessikah is,” he demands.

“She is me. I literally just finished with your application and sent it in. I won’t know anything for at least twenty-four hours,” my voice rises, as if I am trying to get him to look at my eyes and not my legs.

“That’s okay, I just want to talk and run some ideas by you.” My mouth drops open, but no words come out. Moose is rubbing his head against Paul’s hand. Tina smiles at me and escorts Paul right past me and into my living room.

“Jess, go and get your notes. You are safe here. They can’t find you. I will stay and make sure nothing happens to you. I got you,” she states and goes back to her desk.

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I whisper, “You are safe. They can’t get you.”

“Who can’t get you?” His voice is closer than I expected, causing me to quickly open my eyes. I start to teeter on my heels. He catches me and draws me close to his body. His strong arms are wrapped around my waist. My hands are spread wide across his broad chest. His head is tilted as he looks down at me. My smile falls lazily into place as my body screams to jump this man’s bones and ride him like a prized stallion.What the hell is wrong with me?

Instead of acting on my outlandish thought, I tap his chest and tell him that I am okay. Directing him to the couch before I head to my office to get my Rolodex and pad of paper. I can do this. One in person meeting isn’t going to give away my hiding spot. Is it? This man knows nothing of my past.

Chapter Four

Lynx

Damn, the woman is stunning. Her long brown hair is currently in two Viking braids running down each side of her head. Her blue eyes are behind a black pair of cat’s eye glasses. Watching her as she walks away allows my eyes to take in her body. The curves she has are making my cock throb behind my zipper. She is short, and fucking perfect in my eyes. But she is damn young.

“Okay, Mr. Gallant. Let’s have a seat and discuss what you need to discuss.” She settles on the couch beside me. Her legs together, her knees pointing toward me. I need to focus because the only thing I can think about is getting her naked and having her bounce on my shaft.

“So, I need to know how much you got me, and what I need to provide for it.” She rolls her eyes.

“This is all stuff we could have done over the phone, you know?” she says, looking down at her Rolodex of names.

“Deal with it, princess,” I state, then mumble something about the younger generation and them not wanting to people.

“I’ll have you know I am in Generation X. I grew up with the fuck around and find out notion. I drank from the hose and tempted fate with lawn darts. There is a reason I don’t do in-person meetings. But that, Mr. Gallant, is none of your business. Do you need a contractor?” she asks. Then hands me the Card for Galyant Knight Contracting.

“That’s my business,” I state, causing her to look down at the card in her hand. “The name on the card reads Patrick O’Conner.”

“Slick is my treasurer.” I point at the card, her face a mask of confusion and misunderstanding.

“Who the hell is Slick?” she asks, then covers her mouth before apologizing.

“Let me officially introduce myself. My name is Paul Gallant. I am the owner of Galyant Knight Contracting, and President of the Royal Bastard MC here in town.” Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t shy away, however, she doesn’t lean in like most women when they find out who I am. This woman is stunning and is making my protective instincts scream. This feeling is something I have never felt before, at least not for a woman and one I have only just met in person because over the phone does not count in my book.

“Nice to meet you, Paul. My name is Jessikah Gorman.” I want to laugh at how absurd this is. But instead I continue. “I am the owner of Gorman Mortgage Broker. I have been licensed in this field for almost five years. I have grown my business from the ground up and got numerous recognitions on my plate. It’s nice to officially meet you. But if you don’t need contracting, what do you need me for, other than getting you some equity taken out for your second home?” she states, dropping her pen onto the table.

Pulling out the sketch plans for my cottage, I lay them on the table. “These are my sketch ideas. I need a female’s opinion on layout and feel.” Yes, I know that I could have asked one of the females around the clubhouse. But something is drawing me closer to this woman. “Something inside of me said to come to you. I need your input and opinion.” Placing my hand on her knee, I rub my thumb along the fabric of her pants. Her eyes are directed to my hand, but she isn’t asking me to stop.

She turns her head and looks at my sketches. We discuss options, and layouts. We pick out materials and colors, and never once did I remove my hand from her knee. Not because I didn’t want to, but because touching her somehow grounded me.

“Will you have dinner with me?” I ask, bringing my hand up to touch her cheek. It’s an intimate position, but the need to touch her, hold her and have her is overpowering me.

“How about I make us something to eat instead?” she asks, telling me how she took out stuff to make lasagne with Caesar salad and garlic bread. She mumbles how it’s already in the oven and she would love to share it with me.

Not one to pass up a homecooked meal, I agree. Removing my hands from her body as she stands and takes her paper to her office. Her dog is lying at my feet snoring like twenty-five motorcycles have been started at once.

“Moose, let’s go potty,” she states as she walks back into the room. Her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The dog pops up and sprints to the backdoor. The female from early comes out, talks a little bit with Jessikah, then waves as she leaves.

“Is this your house?” I ask as I enter the kitchen. Watching her head nod, her eyes not leaving where her dog is outside.

“So you run your business out of your home?

“Yes.”

Shit, I invaded this beautiful woman’s home because I needed to discuss my business face to face.

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