Page 8 of Taming the Bear
“Yeah, prez. I gotcha. What are you doin’, anyways? Got pussy on the side?”
I hang up on him and then smoke about half of the cigarette before putting it back in my saddlebag. I make my way through the gravel of the parking lot and back into the restaurant to Chantal.
I stand off to the side of the restaurant and look at her. She seems confident as she types in her phone furiously but then she winces. Chantal grunts a little and then places her phone on the table face down. I walk over to her and sit back in my seat.
“What’s goin’ on?” I ask her.
She blushes a little and then shrugs. “Nothing.”
I take my seat and then reach out for her phone. Once it’s in my hand, I hit the big button in the middle to get it turned back on but it doesn’t turn on.
Chantal looks at me with a bored expression on her. “Do you honestly think I would let my phone be easily broken into? That’s cute.”
I order our food and we both drink a beer as we wait for our food. “So, how did we meet?”
She grins and then purses her lips. “We met at a chick flick.”
I burst out laughing and then she laughs along with me. “I could just imagine the looks people would give me if I walked into a chick flick with my leather cut and brothers.”
“All right, all right. We met at a bar and you decided that you couldn’t live without me so when you walked up to me, you told me how beautiful I am.”
I have to admit, she’s good at storytelling. “All right. Well, your pink hair is gorgeous. Plus, you have a nice ass so I could imagine myself hittin’ on you at a bar. And then we can tell everyone how I bent you over the bar stool and fucked the shit out of you.”
She laughs and then blushes. “Way to turn a compliment into something vulgar. How old are you?”
I circle around her standing there and I lean in close enough to smell her perfume that is barely there but is driving me crazy. “You love that I’m vulgar, baby. You love it when I whisper naughty things in your ear and make you get all hot and bothered.” Knowing that I’ve made my point, I answer her question. “I’m thirty. How old are you?” I couldn’t care less how old she was as long as she willing to go through with all of this. I checked out all of her records and everything; she’s pretty talented.
I need to find out which one of my brothers is trying to fucking kill me. But fuckin’ this pink haired pixie is not in the game plan. Well, it could just be a bonus.
Chantal
He’s thirty? That’s crazy. I thought he would be early thirties or something. Damn, I never knew that I would be attracted to someone so much older than me. But he’s so sexy and those lips of his is looking yummy.
“I’m twenty-two. I went to an IT school instead of going to a traditional high school. I had to stay with my parents until I turned eighteen though. Did you go to school or anything?”
“I have a degree in business management.”
The image of this leather clad hellion in college is rather entertaining. Did he carry a backpack on the back of his bike? I wonder if he went to class. Did he have sex with all of the professors?
I blurt out a laugh and then clamp my lips shut. “Sorry, that was rude. I never pictured you being a college student or anything.”
Joe purses his lips and rubs his hand down his face. “Believe it or not, we all have jobs outside of being in a club. I run a construction company and all of the other guys have jobs as well. We are Lucifer’s Lair but that doesn’t mean that’s all we are.”
I can not stop the verbal diarrhea that is spewing from my mouth. I could always do a search on him but I want to hear it from his sexy mouth. I want to hear everything he has to say from his lips. Damn, he’s hot. “So, you don’t do the whole work on cars shit and all of that that you see in shows and books?”
He chuckles a little and then takes both of his hands and puts them behind his head with his elbows sticking out. My mouth waters as I watch his corded muscles move to accommodate what he just did. “No, baby. I’ll tell you that the shit you see on shows and read about is not true. We’re cut from a different cloth and you will see soon enough.”
For the rest of dinner, we talk about my work and how I got into investigative work. He seems to be enthralled with it and asked me a lot of questions.
“So, how did you get into hacking?”
I take a drink from my beer and then swallow it. “My parents worked a lot and they gave me a computer when I was nine. It was fun for me to take it apart and then put it back together but it was when I got internet that I learned how to do things. I joined an online group that discussed how to do certain things and then I realized that I could do it better. I had a mentor, his name is Bill, and he showed me how to do the hacking into phones and all of that shit.”
“Why do you do P.I. work?” Joe asks me as he takes a bite of his ribs and then washes it down with a swig of beer.
“Why not? I get to do something that I’m good at and make a lot of money doing it as well. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Makes sense.”
