Page 44 of Tempting the President
I shook my head.
“You’ll go home alone?”
Yup.
“Is that okay?”
I curled up my arm.I’m strong.
Eddie grinned. “Okay.” His brow furrowed again, and I waited patiently, knowing he was trying to remember something. “Oh!” His eyes lit up again. “Bobby says please wait for your paycheck.”
I nodded.Got it.As he loaded the crates on a trolley and headed for the exit, I waved at him.
“Bye!”
When Eddie left, that was the only time I allowed myself to frown. I hadsmiled.For the second time in the day, I had smiled.
I didn’t like it. I really didn’t like it.Ashton, if you’re the one making me smile...I don’t like it.
Behind me, I heard the kitchen’s main door swing open. A second later, someone was tapping me on the shoulder, and I turned around, expecting it to be Bobby with my paycheck—-
But it was not.
The guy standing in front of me was easily recognizable since he figured in a lot of MJ and Bobby’s photos.
Kellion Argyros.
He was the Vice President of the Afxisi, and as with virtually all members of the bike club, his every feature reminded me of a Greek god. Tall. Shiny black hair. Fierce green eyes. Bronze skin.And, I thought uneasily,a body that was hard all over, a body that strangely made my throat dry.
I badly wanted to wet my lips but I didn’t since he wasstillstaring at me. Usually, the way he was staring at me would have been repulsive, but when it was Kellion Argyros doing it—-
I mentally shook my head. Vigorously. No, no, no. I had to stop thinking about the biker that way. Men like him were jerks. If there was one lesson to learn from everything that my friends had gone through when they fell in love with bikers, then it was that.
Bikers were trouble on wheels. Period.
Intent on saving my sanity, I started to turn away—-
But then I saw him do something I had never imagined he’d do.
My eyes widened.
Still, his fingers moved.
He wassigningatme?
Every movement of his fingers was precise, and the way he so confidently and speedily signed was impressive. I didn’t understand a word of it, but I had been around enough Deafindividuals to know the difference between someone who knew how to sign and someone who waspretendingto.
As the biker continued signing at me, I wondered when it would be the right time to tell him I was not Deaf. That I didn’t even know how to sign.
ASAP probably. I didn’t like the way this Greek biker was making me feel, didn’t like the way he was making the world around me less blurry with every moment that passed, every instance his fingers moved.
The door to the kitchen opened again. “Aria?”
I automatically turned towards the sound, recognizing Bobby’s voice. The moment I did, I cringed, realizing how I had just given myself away.
Busted.
“Thanks for all the hard work for tonight. MJ wanted me to tell you that she loved everything you prepared! I have to go, there’s some fiasco with the wedding cake and I promised MJ I wouldn’t let anything happen to it.”
