Dark Temptation (Dark Saints MC Book 2)(8)

I hustled across the street. She thought I was a gentleman. Maybe I’d let her think that just a little while longer.

“Well, if it isn’t the librarian.” I put out a hand and she looked up at me. Her eyes were so goddamn beautiful I tried not to stare. Her dress was also making it easy to see the swell of her breasts at the top. Every protective instinct I had fired up when I looked at her.

Other things fired up too. I hadn’t been interested in a woman like this, ever.

Jenny took my hand.

“You must think I’m the clumsiest person on Earth.”

“You aren’t?”

“I guess I am.” She looked around at the mess her spill had caused. “Great,” she said and started to try to gather the papers and get them back into the banker’s box.

“What the hell is all this?” I picked up a few pieces of paper and handed them to her.

“My work. I’m trying to make sense of the mess of the records up there for Port Az. I thought I could take some work home with me, but ugh.”

“You work a lot?”

“I’ve only got a few weeks here for this assignment so yes, I do.”

I helped her collect all her shit. Once it looked like we had got everything put back together, she tried to pick up her box again and struggled. I grabbed it easily and she looked relieved.

“Here, I got it. Where to?” I asked her.

“My car, around here in the lot.” She started walking and I admired the rear view. Her ass was perfect in that dress.

“So, you’ve been here in Port Az, what? A week? And you’ve spent the entire time in the library up there?”

“I have, yes. I did. Except the time I got tea from Woodrow. When I ordered, he acted like I was speaking another language. Oh, here’s my car.” It was an ancient powder blue Volkswagen Bug.

“This is smaller than my bike.”

“Yeah, I know. Librarians don’t make big money though, so. Yeah, my old Bug it is.”

She opened the door and I put her box of papers in the back seat.

“I think it’s time you saw more of Port Az than the library, Jen.”

“Really? How?”

“The back of my bike is a good place to start.” I wanted her in a lot more places than the back of my bike. The universe had dropped this creature in my path twice now. I was not about to argue with that.

“I thought you said I shouldn’t be hanging out in this part of town?”

“I’m not going to show you this part of town.”

She smiled at me and I swear it was like she’d blown in my ear or something. It had a physical effect on me.

A librarian. I was hot as shit for a librarian. This was new. I waited as she considered the wisdom of getting on the back of my bike.

“Can I trust you?” She was right to ask.

“Not at all.”





5





Jen



Benz looked me up and down. I was still playing the part of innocent librarian. In my estimation, librarians wore dresses. I’d dressed like a librarian in the fifties, I suppose.

In that moment, I wished I had on a work uniform though. Somehow, I felt exposed and I was sure that Benz could see right through me.

I had a brief panicked thought. Could he see actually see through my dress? That’s what Benz’s eyes made me think, like he was seeing more than I meant him too.

The idea of being on the back of his bike made me blush. I wasn’t someone who blushed.

“Does the Chamber of Commerce pay you to be a tour guide of some sort?”

“Let’s go Jenny,” he said. It was almost an order.

Any other time I’d have probably told him to shove off.

But I wanted to get on that bike with him. He could be my inroad to knowing more about The Dark Saints. I’d hooked him with my innocent librarian routine.

“Call me Jen. Got a helmet for me, Benz?”

He reached behind him and produced it. I took it. I realized there was no way my hunk of a ponytail was going to fit, so I slid the tie off and shook my hair out.

“Shit,” Benz said and took a step forward to help me on the bike.

“What?”

“Nothing, let me help you on.”

I did the best I could to straddle the bike and realized a skirt meant there was nothing but my cotton panties between me and the back of Benz’s ass.

Well, I wanted to get his attention. This could damn well do it. I had started down this road and I was going to have to let it play out. At least for a while. I could handle a bike ride.

I was in control. That was what I told myself.

He was so good looking in that rugged way; I was going to have to be careful. But I could be. He stared at me for a second longer than I was comfortable with.

“You’re the prettiest librarian I’ve ever fucking seen. I didn’t realize it until that hair came down.” He said it like he was talking dirty to me. Even though all he did was call me pretty. Everything about him screamed sex and my body wanted to answer.

I kept reminding myself the reason behind getting on his bike and I returned his bold attitude with my own.

“You know a lot of librarians, do you?”

“Just the one,” Benz said and I laughed.