Chapter Two
Megan
Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.
My alarm sounds as I groan and roll over swiping the screen to make the deafening sound stop.
A band sounds on my door making me jump. “Get up before you’re late!” Chrissy yells from the other side.
“Coming mom!” I yell back laughing.
I hop in the shower, when the door opens all I can do is shake my head, “You’re worse than living with my parents, you know? I mean a girl can’t get a minute of privacy.”
“Yeah, but don’t pretend like you don’t love living with me.”
“I do, but I think I’d love to be able to get out of the shower without an audience even more.” I turn the shower knobs and reach out to grab my towel, but it’s gone. “Give it to me!”
“First, you have to apologize for letting the red death corrupt your soul and make you bitchy this morning.” She laughs.
“I’m not on it yet and if you weren’t so intrusive, I wouldn’t be so bitchy.”
“Maybe you need some intrusion to make you less bitchy”
I peek my head out of the shower curtain. “I will cut you.”
Her eyes widen. “Whatever man you end up with is gonna need balls of steel.” She tosses me the towel before shutting the door.
Chrissy and I were roommates freshman year of college and have been best friends ever since. She’s the first person after Ryder that I ever thought I could trust. When she met me, I was a mess and honestly had lost myself. Chrissy helped me put the pieces back together with her particular mix of caring and sarcasm. She helped me dig myself out of the hole and I swore then I would never let someone have enough of me to leave me shattered.
I get dressed, and then head into the kitchen to fill my travel mug with coffee. “You gonna be home for dinner?”
“Yeah, unless I get stuck.” Chrissy is a social worker, which still blows my mind sometimes.
“Okay, well I’ll see you tonight. Want me to bring home Thai?” I grab my purse and head toward the door.
“Miss Hendrix, are you trying to seduce me? You know that’s my favorite.” She wiggles her eyes at me.
“Jesus, do you ever stop?”
“Yep, the entire time I’m at work. Although, I’m making dirty jokes in my head, so I don’t know how true that is.” She shrugs and walks out of the room.
I walk downstairs to my car and head to the office. I went to school for accounting, wanting to have a stable job that would help me support myself. Once I decided to leave my house and live at college my parents basically disowned me. They never thought I’d go, so the fact that now they actually have to be parents probably scared the shit out of them. I miss my brothers and sister, but they won’t even let me see them. I had to do something for myself once in my life. I spent my entire senior year waiting for Ryder to come back for me like he always said he would. By the time August rolled around, I couldn’t wait to get as far away from that place as I could.
I pull up to Stevens & Brooke Accounting Offices and grab the first spot I see. Right now I’m only at an entry level position, but I have been trying to be really efficient and proactive so when a spot opens up with a higher title, I might get it. Walking into the office I stash my purse in the bottom drawer before powering up my computer.
“Hey Megan.” I look up to see Connor. He just started here a few months ago and he seems really nice. He has asked me out to lunch a few times but I just can’t bring myself to say yes.
“Hey Connor, how’s it going?”
“Good, they just called a meeting and I wanted to come and let you know.” He walks toward the boardroom and I stand up quickly following him.
Mr. Stevens is sitting at the head of the table. “Today we have a new client coming in. This one will be a high priority and I want him taken to my office once he checks in. The organization is one that some of you may be intimidated by; it is our local motorcycle club the Deathstalkers. They have a number of businesses and their account will bring in a lot of money.” He looks around at each of us. “I will be bringing on a point person for this, so make sure to be performing at your best.” He stands up and walks out of the room.
I want this account. This is the kind of thing that can get you noticed and advance your career. I have no idea what a motorcycle club entails. I have seen the guys on their bikes a few times in town, but I’ve never spoken to them. The closest point of reference I have are the books I read, and I don’t know how much of that is realistic. I mean, let’s be honest; those things aren’t real life. Not every girl gets kidnapped, saved by prince charming, and ends up married with babies.
I go back to my desk and google the club to try and gain some insight on them. I can’t find much and what I do is intimidating. The results are mostly articles about crimes they are suspected of, or a few known members being arrested. The more I read, the more I wonder why the firm wants to associate with them. They don’t seem like the clientele we would normally accept.
I can hear the secretary speaking to someone and saying that she’ll page Mr. Stevens now. That must be the guy. I stand up deciding to welcome our new client and introduce myself. Walking toward the desk I try to calm my nerves. It’s only saying hello, you’re a professional.
His back is toward me, the leather vest he’s wearing bearing a symbol of a scorpion, a skull, and what seems like angel wings with the name Deathstalkers MC. He is tall, his hair long up top but buzzed on the sides.
“Hi, welcome to Stevens & Brooke,” I say in the most professional voice I can manage.
When he turns toward me my entire body freezes. I grip the reception desk to keep my knees from buckling. My heart is beating three times its normal pace.
He can’t be here.
Why is he back?
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