Page 2 of Taming the Bear
I tilt my head to him and walk past him. I’m not in the mood for small chat nor am I in the mood to deal with him and some hussy that is only sleeping with him to sleep with me. This is something that I have seen numerous times and it’s not new. One of the flies will sleep with a lower ranking brother and then work their way up the totem pole until they get to me.
Of course, if they wanted to make it like a gift for me, I would prefer fresh pussy instead of used up pussy.
Mack Truck comes running up to me with two beers in his hands and hands me one. “You look like you could use this,” he says.
I take the bottle out of his hand and then chug the contents of it. Damn right, I needed that and about four more. I drop the bottle on the floor and get a minor satisfaction from the glass shattering. “Thanks, man.”
He takes a big sniff of me and then he coughs. “Dude, you been smokin’ some mad shit!” He waves his hand in the air.
“Get one of the probes to clean that bottle up. Also, I want all these fuckin’ flies to get out.” I shrug him off and then go to my room. I need a hot shower and a plan to get this shit taken care of. The problem is, I can’t trust anyone in the club so I can’t ask any of them to help. I have to find an outsider.
Chantal
“But, you’re the best. Right? So many people have recommended you. All I need you to do is meet with this guy and listen to what he has to say,” Craig begs me as he leans against my desk with his thigh.
I shake my head and shuffle the papers that are on my desk so they are in a neat order. “No. I have to start taking on legitimate clients if I ever want to be considered something more than just a shark.”
He looks up at the ceiling and then back at me. “He’s offering to pay you twenty-five hundred dollars in cash for a meeting. Are you seriously telling me that you can’t accept that? That’s not a legitimate client?”
The asshole has a point and I could really use that money right now. Starting my own business has drained every account I have. “What does he want me to do? Search through his wife’s emails to see if she’s cheating on him? Hack into his computer to see all the money that she could be spending on something other than being with him?”
“No, actually I need your help on something completely different.”
Standing in my doorway to my office is a leather vested god in worn out jeans. The jeans hug his thighs but are loose enough to make him look sexy. His hair has the bed head look to it and that full beard of his, is making my mouth water. My eyes greedily take him in as he walks into my office that I just created to make myself seem more credible and it seems awfully small now that he’s in here.
The man is a bear. Clearly, he ate all of his vegetables and he’s looking delicious. Like chocolate ice cream with fudge on top. Enough to make my mouth water.
“Excuse me, did you have an appointment?” I ask and stand up to my full height of 5’1. This man towers over me and he knows it. There is no way in hell that he’s intimidated by me but it doesn’t mean that I’m not going to try.
The man in leather puffs out his chest a little and then sticks his hand out to shake mine. He’s completely invaded my space and I’m not about to tell him to get out.
Why? Because I don’t want him to leave. Actually, I want to strip him out of that vest and rub my hands down his broad chest that is barely contained by it. I can see the whorls of ink that are visible from the plain tee that he’s wearing and it’s making me even hotter.
His chiseled jaw has the right amount of five o’clock shadow to show me that he’s a man. As he rips off his helmet, he shakes some long dark blond hair out and my pussy is hungry. The bottom of his hair is brushing against his shoulders and my fingers are itching to dig in his hair.
Jesus!
“No, I don’t have an appointment. Are you Chantal Phillips?”
I nod my head cautiously and then stop right away. “Who’s asking?” This is how people get mauled and robbed by admitting who they are. There’s no telling the amount of people that I have probably pissed off recently.
With a quick shake of my head, I fluff my pink hair with silver ends out over my shoulders. My hair is my pride and joy and I have spent a long time mastering this style.
He smirks in a knowing way but then schools his face. “Chantal, my name’s Joe Montague. I need your help with some very private shit. You’re Chantal, right?”
I look over at Craig who is watching our exchange like he would be watching a tennis match. “Craig, give me a moment with Mr. Montague.”
When Craig doesn’t budge, Joe steps in between myself and Craig. “I believe the lady asked you to do something.”
Before I could interject, Craig is walking out of my office with his tail between his legs. “That was rude,” I murmur to him and then sit back down behind my desk. Hopefully the wood of the desk will keep me from humping this man.
I say that it’s rude, but it doesn’t mean that his attitude doesn’t make him even more desirable to me.
“I fucking can’t stand it when guys don’t listen to what a girl says.”
Swoon!
“Well, here we are. Go ahead and take a seat. I will discuss with you my rates and everything.”
