Chapter Eight
Olivia
I had just gotten out of my car at the bar when I saw the bikes coming up the road towards the bar. I wanted to get back in and go because I could see that Terrance was with them and I wasn’t prepared to talk to him yet. It was too late though, they would all see me slinking away like a criminal. I stood next to the car as they came back in. Terrance parked his bike after Bull and his father parked. But he followed them inside and didn’t even look at me. It was a relief. I was surprised to see Dax with them. I couldn’t help but salivate just a little bit as he stepped off his bike. He was so freaking hot and the bike just intensified it for me.
“Hey gorgeous,” he said as he took off his helmet. “Feeling weak yet?”
I smiled at him and surprising even myself I told the truth, “Every time I look at you.”
He laughed and said, “Good answer. What are you up to today?”
“I was out looking for a job,” I said, proud of myself and the tiny bit of progress I was making moving forward with my life.
“Good for you,” he said. “I was actually just going to tell you how nice you look today.”
I was dressed in a nice pair of black slacks and a white blouse. I’d left my hair down and curled it on the ends. He said it so seriously and sweetly that I felt myself blush.
“Thank you,” I said, “I went to apply for a hostess position at a restaurant, I didn’t think the jeans and t-shirt would do.”
The manager had been on site when I dropped off the application so I’d been really happy that I’d dressed nice.
“I’d hire you,” Dax said with a grin and a lecherous look.
“I bet you would,” I said giggling.
“Walk with me,” he said. “I promise not to bite unless the wildcat in you comes out.”
I smiled and then laughed nervously. We started walking along behind the bar. There was a dirt road and a bunch of empty fields between the bar and the foothills. The hills were pretty with the flowers growing across them and the long green grass flowing in the wind.
“Do you want to change first?” he asked, taking in my outfit once more.
“No, I’m okay, thanks.”
We walked quietly for a few minutes and then he said, “I talked to my dad.”
“You asked him about the emails and the tape?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, since you were out on a ride with him, I guess it’s okay to assume that it went well?”
“It went…okay. The ride is another story altogether. I think he’s up to something, but I have no idea what. As far as the set-up goes, he denies everything, but I didn’t really expect him to admit to it if he did it. He did say that a lot of people have access to that computer and he forgets to shut it down a lot. He used the fact that I snooped on it myself as an example. He told me to check the security tapes if I didn’t believe him.”
“Wow, so what do you think?”
“I don’t know what to think. I found myself wanting to believe him.”
“Of course you did. He’s your father. We want to believe that our parents won’t cause us any harm or lie to us.”
“Are you thinking that yours did and mine likely is too?”
I stopped walking and looked at him. “No, Dax. I’m not thinking that. My father lied to everyone. It was what he did. One thing I’ve noticed about Bull, although I don’t agree with ninety percent of his lifestyle, he has never seemed to be ashamed of anything that he did enough to lie about it. He lives by that M.C. code and although I find it ridiculous, he swears by it, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Have you ever known him to break one of the M.C.’s rules or codes?”
“No, I’ve never seen it personally.”
“Isn’t there some kind of rule against causing harm to one of your “brothers”? Wouldn’t this apply to that?”
He looked like he was thinking about it and then he said, “That makes sense. I hadn’t thought of it that way before. I’d still like to have hard evidence. I’m going to sift through some more tapes. I went through some the other night but jeez, it’s such a mess it’s going to take me weeks at this rate. I could use a little help, if you have the time,” he said.
I had the hardest time out in the open, looking at his face and into his sexy green eyes without jumping on him and attaching myself to his lips. I knew that I shouldn’t be putting myself into a situation where it was just going to be him and me in close quarters, although at the same time the thought of it excited me to my very core. Dax needed answers and if he didn’t get them soon, I was afraid he’d go off and do something stupid in search of his revenge that would land him back in jail.
“Sure, let me know when,” I said.
“I was thinking about now,” I told her with what I thought was a charming grin.
“Oh, sure,” I said.
I was going to have to fight myself from giving into him again.