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TAKE ME HARDER: A Dark Bad Boy Romance (The Lions MC) by April Lust (38)


 

Katia

 

My fingers were shaking as I went back into my office and looked around for my phone. I was already feeling a little calmer, not to mention embarrassed about having thrown my new phone at the wall, but deep down, I was still freaking out. I couldn’t believe that some creep had gotten my email address like that! And that I’d actually been stupid enough to open the damn thing!

 

I grunted as I got down on my hands and knees and began crawling around the room, glancing under pieces of furniture and feeling around for the pink puffy case of my iPhone. Strands of my long, meticulously-waved blonde hair fell in front of my eyes, and I sighed and shoved my hand between the back of the pink sofa and the shag carpeting. Finally, the tips of my fingers made contact with my phone. I let out a squeak of approval, then strained and lunged until I could wrap my fingers around the cursed piece of technology and bring it closer.

 

I was panting by the time I was done. A sharp feeling of panic washed over me again as I dialed my personal assistant, Anya. Anya had been working for me for a little over two years at this point, and we were almost as close as family. Sure, she didn’t understand a lot of the things I asked her to do, but she was overall really adaptable. I’d been called high maintenance in the past, actually quite a lot, but Anya had always done whatever I asked with a smile. She never talked back, and she never said anything insulting.

 

Before Anya, I’d had a personal assistant named Jeanine. She’d been a friend of mine when I was still doing the pageant circuit, but Jeanine never made it in the same way I had. When I’d offered her the job, she’d kind of sniffed and turned her nose up in the air, so it wasn’t much of a surprise a few weeks later when she started calling me spoiled. I’d fired her the day I’d been out driving my Land Rover Discovery and had gotten a flat tire.

 

“Jeanine!” I’d barked sharply into the receiver. “Call some tire place; I need a new tire!”

 

“Katia, I don’t think anywhere is open right now,” Jeanine had replied in this pointed, nasty voice. “It’s almost midnight.”

 

“I don’t fucking care what time it is,” I snapped. “I want a fucking tire! Get me a fucking tire, or you’re fired!”

 

She’d hung up on me. That was actually how I’d gotten the phone I had currently. I’d been so angry at Jeanine that I’d thrown my phone out of the window and watched with satisfaction as it disappeared into the ravine at the side of the highway.

 

“Anya? Pick up!” I snapped at my phone. It was still ringing. It must have rang over ten times before voicemail cut on. Growling, I punched Anya’s number a second time and held the phone up to my ear.

 

This time, she answered on the second ring. “Katia! Oh my God,” Anya gushed. “I am so sorry! I was in the bathroom! What’s—”

 

“I don’t care,” I said sharply. “There’s been an emergency. Some asshole is stalking me!”

 

There was a pause.

 

“Anya!” I yelled. “Come on! What the fuck is wrong with you? I said, someone is stalking me!”

 

“I know,” Anya said. Her voice was quiet, and I could hear her swallow over the phone line. “I know someone’s stalking you.”

 

She paused as rage welled up in my throat. I wished that I could reach through the line and slap her.

 

“How the hell do you know that?” I demanded. “And furthermore, if you knew, why the hell didn’t you say anything?”

 

Anya sighed. “Look, Katia, I was hoping I could resolve all of this myself, without having to drag in any outside forces,” she said softly. “Katia, I know it’s scary. I was looking into a bodyguard for you. Someone who could stay with you all the time and make sure you’re safe. Doesn’t that sound like a good idea?”

 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snapped. “This is the first I’ve fucking heard of this idea! Why didn’t you tell me anything earlier?”

 

“Calm down,” Anya said. I stared at the phone in shock. I couldn’t believe this little bitch was telling me what to do!

 

“You have no right to order me around,” I huffed. “Anya, this is a big fucking deal, and you’re so fired as soon as you give me the info on the bodyguard.”

 

“Katia, please,” Anya said. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to scare you.” She swallowed again. “This – a – whoever is trying to get in touch with you, well, they’re pretty serious about it. I called the police, and they agreed it was best I keep it from you. I’ve been getting letters and calls for about a week now. The police wanted me to hire someone, which is why I looked into the bodyguard idea.”

 

I flopped down on the pink satin couch, letting my feet fly into the air before settling on the other end.

 

“Fine,” I grumbled. “But really, Anya, you couldn’t have told me? I don’t like being lied to by my assistant,” I added. “This really doesn’t look good.”

 

“I know, I know,” Anya said quickly. “But I promise, I did it for a reason. And the police say I did the right thing, too. These letters–Katia, they’re really disturbing. They aren’t the kind of thing you can un-see. I just thought, you know, with some of the trouble you have sleeping–well, it probably wouldn’t help. I know Arielle has really been working on getting you to de-stress, and I thought seeing those letters would have just opened up a new can of worms for you.”

 

I frowned and glanced up at the ceiling. My office was my favorite room in the whole condo. Even though I loved them all, I’d saved the best for this room. The ceiling was molded with ivory and gold swirls, with pink accents in each corner. All of the furniture was either Italian striped silk or pink satin that I’d picked from a custom shop. I’d ordered a couch and matching loveseat in pink, and my office chair was lambskin. My little pug, Oliver, wasn’t even allowed inside. I always worried about his claws scratching the precious fabric.

 

“So the police said not telling me was a good idea?” I asked after a pause.

 

They must not know me, I thought grimly as I shifted my position on the satin couch. They’re going to get a fucking earful as soon as I have the chance to call LAPD.

 

“Yes,” Anya squeaked. “Look, the bodyguard–his name is Devin. He’s the leader of a local MC, and I thin—“

 

“Wait, stop,” I said. “What the hell is an MC?”

 

“Motorcycle club,” Anya said. “This guy started Wicked Bones. Have you heard of them?”

 

“Obviously not,” I snapped. “If I didn’t even know what an MC is, how the fuck would I have heard of his stupid club?” I rolled my eyes. “Honestly, Anya, you must think I’m a fucking idiot sometimes! And a motorcycle club? What the fuck is that? You mean this asshole spends the whole day riding around on a bike with a bunch of other men who never learned to shave or take a shower?”

 

“Katia, he’s really not like that,” Anya protested. “He’s tough, and he has credentials. The man’s a top-level fighter. He’s even taken MMA and three kinds of Jujitsu.”

 

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, and so have all the other guys I’ve hired in the past,” I said icily. “Why couldn’t we just call one of them?”

 

Anya sighed. “Katia, this guy is top dollar. His rate is five hundred an hour. He doesn’t mess around. I know he’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to do this, but I strongly recommend you consider hiring him. At least for a couple of weeks until the police can figure out who the hell is bothering you.”

 

I licked my lips. “Fine,” I said. “You call him. Set up a meeting.”

 

“That’s the thing,” Anya said in a small voice. “I can’t. I already did, and he said that he needs to hear it from you.”

 

I groaned loudly. “I was just about to start my Pilates!”

 

“I’m sorry, Katia,” Anya gushed. “If you want, I’ll come over and write down everything for you to say, you can put him on speaker, an—”

 

“It’s fine,” I snapped. “I’ve already made my own coffee. Next thing you know, you’ll be telling me that I have to pick up my own dry-cleaning!”

 

After I got off the phone with Anya, I stared at the number that was written down in front of me. I’d used my personal stationary, the gold embossed kind that had cost over a thousand dollars from a private factory in England, and somehow the name ‘Devin Saunders’ just didn’t fit. I licked my lips. He sounded like a tough guy, a real asshole, who’d never been around a woman like me before.

 

It was all stressing me out too much. I decided to go shopping and call Devin when I got home. Shopping relaxed me in a way that nothing else could, not even a long trip to Red Door Spa with a facial and a hot stone massage.

 

I didn’t want to call a driver, so instead I took my Camaro out to Rodeo Drive and handed it over to the valet.

 

I hit Louis Vuitton first and bought six new bags, along with a pair of shoes, and a belt as a present for Anya. I was still angry with her for going behind my back, but I knew that she’d probably been trying to do her best. After all, everyone had his or her incompetent moments sometimes. I just wished she trusted me to be more self-sufficient. The way Anya treated me was like she had to walk on eggshells around me all the time. I just didn’t understand it! The way I saw it, I was a perfectly reasonable and kind boss.

 

Oh, well. Maybe she’d just worked for assholes before, and this was her own way of covering up after herself.

 

After Louis Vuitton, I handed my bags to the valet and went into Tory Burch. I wasn’t a huge fan of Tory Burch – too cheap, mostly. But they did have a cute shift dress, and as soon as I tried it on, I knew I had to have it. It was perfectly preppy, lime green with pink trim, and I knew it would look great with these Prada sandals I’d bought the other day. Satisfied, I paid for the dress and walked outside.

 

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans, and I groaned. I didn’t feel like talking to Anya again. I wondered if she’d called that Devin character without even giving me a chance to tell my own damn story!

 

Maybe I should save that belt for someone else, I thought as I reached for my phone. She needs to learn how to be a good assistant if she’s going to keep working with me!

 

A wave of anxiety passed over me when I saw that the number was unknown. I growled at my phone. If it was that same creepy asshole from earlier, I was going to chew him out for calling and giving me chills.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Hello, is this Katia Reynolds?”

 

I relaxed as soon as I heard the voice. The man on the other end was well-spoken and enunciating clearly. Obviously, this was someone used to dealing with women of my status.

 

“Yes,” I said sweetly. “This is she.”

 

“Ms. Reynolds, I’m sorry to inform you that the alarm sensor at your home has just been triggered. If you’re inside, please make your way outdoors and tell me as soon as you’re safe. I’ve dispatched the police to your residence, and I want you to check in with them as soon as they arrive.”

 

“I’m not home,” I said. A weird, faint feeling came over me and I had to steady myself against the brick wall of the Tory store. “I’m out. I’m shopping.”

 

“Okay, then Ms. Reynolds, I want you to go home and please check in with the LAPD before entering your residence.”

 

I felt dizzy. My knees buckled and threatened to give way from underneath me. “Okay,” I said in a shaky voice. “Thank you.”

 

Twenty minutes later, I was standing outside of my building with Anya and an LAPD officer. He was checking me out as all men did, but I barely noticed.

 

“Ms. Reynolds, do you have someone you could stay with?”

 

I stared at him. “Are you kidding? You want me to leave my house?” I squinted and leaned forward, pulling my Gucci sunglasses down the bridge of my perfectly-sculpted nose. “I’m not leaving my house, and that’s your problem if you can’t protect me while I’m here. This is my property,” I said haughtily, drawing myself up to my full height. “You’re a cop. Protecting people is what you do. Or what you’re supposed to do,” I sniffed.

 

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to please re-evaluate the situation,” the cop replied. “Is there anyone you can call who can come stay with you?”

 

“No, who do you think I am?” I snapped. Suddenly, a light bulb went off over my head. “Actually, there is someone,” I added. “A bodyguard. My personal assistant already hired him for me,” I lied. “You want me to call him?”

 

“Immediately,” the cop said. He rolled his eyes and walked back to the squad car, leaving me in the middle of the road with my shopping bags.

 

Anya thankfully didn’t say anything about the lie. That’s probably why I keep her around. With a sigh, I reached into my clutch and pulled out the piece of stationary with Devin’s number on it. My handwriting looked foreign, and for a moment, I wondered if I was stuck in the middle of a nightmare. It certainly seemed that way: shopping bags all around my feet with no valet, police trampling through my home, my potential stalker somewhere in the world near me.

 

As I dialed the number, I tried to focus. Everything is going to be fine, I convinced myself. Just call Devin and get him to come over, and this whole thing will blow over.

 

Someone answered on the second ring.

 

“Is this Devin Saunders?”

 

“Yeah,” a voice grunted. “Who the fuck is this?”

 

I opened my mouth and was just about to yell at him, but I glanced at the police officer filling out a report and sighed. “This is Katia Reynolds,” I snapped. “Your new client. Didn’t Anya Bellaire tell you about me?”

 

The man chuckled, and I felt rage bubbling up my throat. “Oh, yeah, the beauty queen,” he said casually. “So, you wanna meet me at Bubbs?”

 

I squinted. “What the hell? No, I don’t want to meet you at Bubbs,” I snapped. “I don’t even know what that is!”

 

“It’s a bar, princess,” Devin drawled. “Outside of LA. I don’t like doing my business down here.”

 

“Too bad,” I snipped. “We’re meeting at Starbucks on La Cienega. By the Strip,” I added helpfully. “In ten minutes.”

 

I hung up my phone and stuffed it into my new Louis clutch. “I can’t believe his manners,” I grumbled to Anya. “He sounds like he was raised in a barn!” My nostrils flared, and I tossed my blonde hair over my shoulder. “He probably looks like it, too, am I right?”

 

“I don’t know,” Anya said timidly. She stood in front of me, her small hands twisting at her sides. “I’m sorry, Katia, do you want me to go with you?”

 

I glared at her. “I should just send you,” I said. “But the cop said he wanted me out of the house unless I had someone with me.” I realized Anya was still staring at me with a stupid look on her face. “What?”

 

“Um, do you want me to stay? Or…?” Anya trailed off, looking at me expectantly. If I hadn’t been in such a bad mood, I would’ve laughed. She looked pathetic, like a dog waiting for its master to say ‘walk.’

 

“No,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You’ve already proven useless enough for one day. I’m out of here,” I added. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Is this guy going to want to come inside?”

 

Anya frowned. “What do you mean?”

 

“I mean, is he going to bitch about coming inside the house,” I said, sweeping my arm through the air. “I want him to stay outside,” I added. “That way he can watch the property and make sure no one tries to break in.”

 

“Um, Katia, I don’t think he’s going to want to do that,” Anya said. She frowned. “He’s not a dog. He’s a man. He’s going to want to sleep in one of the bedrooms. You can’t expect him to camp outside or something, can you?”

 

I rolled my eyes and stalked out of the room. “I’m Katia Reynolds,” I muttered under my breath. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

 

# # #

 

Of course, the asshole was late. I sat down in a corner chair with my pumpkin spice latte (skim, of course) and waited, staring irritably out at the parking lot. I’d always hated Starbucks, especially in LA – they were always full of college kids, trying to spot someone famous. Or worse, reporters. This one in particular was packed. I glanced around smugly, trying to see if anyone was staring at me. When I saw a group of college-aged boys over by the window, I licked my lips seductively and lifted my latte towards my mouth. They watched, jaws practically grazing the floor.

 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a gruff voice said.

 

I swallowed hard and put my coffee down. “What?” And just who the hell do you think you are to give me advice?”

 

A man lowered himself down into the seat across from me. He was gorgeous – I had to admit. He had long, dark hair that waved around his head and barely grazed his shoulders, perfect tan skin, and gorgeous bone structure that screamed plastic surgery. Dark scruff lined his chiseled jaw and his dark blue eyes almost certainly had to be colored contacts. He was wearing head-to-toe leather, including an expensive jacket that almost looked like last season Armani.

 

“I’m Devin,” he said. He winked at me and I swallowed hard. I wasn’t expecting this guy from a motorcycle club to be so gorgeous. I glared.

 

“And why do you think you can get off telling me what to do?”

 

Devin raised his eyebrows and laughed. I saw he was holding a small espresso. “Because,” he snarled in a low voice that sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re being a fucking idiot, and it’s my job to tell you when you’re doing that.”

 

I sniffed. “I don’t see how flirting with college boys could hurt me,” I said daintily. “They wouldn’t do anything!”

 

“Honey,” Devin said patronizingly. He leaned across the table, and I caught a whiff of cigarette smoke and engine grease. “These are exactly the kind of kids who wouldn’t think twice about sneaking onto your property and taking some pictures to sell to TMZ. You’re worried about a stalker, right? Don’t encourage these little wannabes,” he added. “They’re just kids now, but in a few years, who knows?”

 

My heart thudded in my chest and I took a small, controlled sip of my latte. “I guess you’re right,” I admitted grudgingly. I stared at him again; those dark blue eyes were the most unnerving I’d seen in weeks. Maybe even months, unless you counted the time last month when I saw Bradley Cooper at the grocery store. Just thinking about the way his blue eyes had flitted over my body was enough to make me wet.

 

“I knew you’d be hot,” Devin said, leaning back in his chair and eyeing me sharply. “But I didn’t think you’d be a dead-ringer for Katia Heigl.” He licked his lips and I struggled with the hot feeling that rose through my belly. “I didn’t think I’d actually wanna fuck you.”

 

When I felt his hand under the table, resting on my thigh, I didn’t push it away. This was typical; men always wanted me, usually within a few seconds of meeting me. Back when I’d first moved to LA, I’d loved the attention. If I was being honest with myself, I still did. But it was so typical, so basic. If a guy wanted me, I wanted him to work for it. I certainly didn’t want him to come onto me in the middle of some trashy coffee chain.

 

“That’s enough,” I said, sliding my legs to the side. His hand fell off my thigh, and I noted with satisfaction that he didn’t try to touch me again. “I need you to work for me,” I said primly. “That’s all. Just work.”

 

“Yeah, your assistant told my guy something about that,” Devin said. He smirked. “You need a bodyguard?”

 

I nodded. “I think someone’s stalking me,” I said.

 

“Any idea who that could be?”

 

I rolled my eyes. “No,” I said, frowning. “How the hell would I know that? It’s not really like I keep up with the millions of fans or anything.”

 

“You’ve got a real big ego for an ex-beauty queen,” Devin said lazily. He drained his espresso and set the empty cup down on the table. “You ever think about trying to act?”

 

“Of course,” I said. “I’ve done cameos before. But acting is so draining,” I added.

 

“I bet,” Devin said. It took me a moment to realize he was being sarcastic. “When do I start?”

 

“Immediately,” I said dryly. “I need you to come home with me now.”

 

Devin winked. “Shit,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be so forward!” He raised his eyebrows and smirked, sending a shiver of lust down my spine. “My pleasure,” he added in a low growl.

 

I rolled my eyes. “Good luck, asshole,” I said. I smirked right back at him. “Every single guy I’ve ever met has tried to get in my pants, and most of them haven’t succeeded. What makes you think you’ll be any different?” It was true. I was so used to guys coming onto me that I barely trusted any of them. All guys wanted was sex. In the past, whenever I’d brought up actually going on a date, most guys had refused outright. That hurt, but it had hardened me up enough that after a while, it almost stopped hurting. Men like Devin were a dime a dozen. Some scruff, messy hair, and cigarettes. They were all the same – they just wanted me to fuck me and run. I knew that, deep down. But as much as I tried to rationalize it away, this time something was stopping me. I knew that Devin was in my power; he was obviously captivated by the sight of me. But right now, I had much bigger things to worry about.

 

“Oh, I’m not worried,” Devin said cockily. He walked towards the door, and I had to trot to keep up with him. “I get what I want,” he added. “Just like you.” He winked at me, then pushed the door open. “Ladies first.”

 

As we left the Starbucks together, I hate to admit that I blushed.

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