“Is everyone who works at Fast & Fury good looking or is it just me?” she asks Cam, after downing her margarita and placing it down on the bar. “Next round is on me. What do you all want?”

   “I think I’m good for now, Billie.” I still haven’t even finished my cocktail. Cam, on the other hand, decides to be her drinking buddy, saving me from a hangover tomorrow.

   Crow leans down to speak into my ear, sending shivers up my spine. “Want to dance?”

   “Ummm.” I don’t know if this is a good idea, for many reasons. In fact, there’s a whole list.

   He’s my boss.

   I have to see him every day.

   He’s in a biker club. Let’s not forget that little tidbit, shall we?

   He takes my hand. “Come on, show me your moves.”

   “Okay, one dance.”

   The words somehow leave my lips. Maybe because it’s what I really want. Maybe it’s the seductive music.

   Maybe because I need something for me.

   Once dance won’t hurt, right? There’s nothing wrong with a little friendly dancing.

   Crow leads me to the dance floor, smack bang in the middle, and pulls me toward his chest. Not too close, but just close enough that it feels intimate. That damn cologne of his teases me, all of my senses clouding my judgment. Losing myself in the beat, I gently move my hips, a slow tease, while he moves with me. He’s a good dancer, surprisingly. I like it when a man lets you guide the pace and doesn’t try to overdo it. Less is more, and he seems to know that, but he still moves in rhythm, sensually so.

   “You look surprised,” he says, eyes filled with amusement...and a dash of heat.

   “I am,” I confess, boldly wrapping my arms around his neck. “Not only at the fact that you asked me to dance, but the fact that you actually can dance.”

   “I shouldn’t have asked you,” he admits, hands finding their way to my hips and squeezing gently. “At work I’ve put you in a ‘do not touch’ box, but now you’ve stepped into my other world.”

   I’m unsure what to say to that, but I see what he means. At work we know what we’re supposed to be doing, we know what the boundaries are, but now we’ve left the safety of those boundaries. I recognize there’s a heat between us, one that seemed to be an annoyance to him and one I tried to avoid, not that I lasted very long. There’s some chemistry there, but that doesn’t mean we need to act on it.

   “You don’t have to say anything, it’s just a dance,” he whispers, as if reading my mind, spinning me around and pulling me back against his chest, this time my back pressed against him.

   And he’s right; it could be just a dance.

   A dance that made time stand still.

   I could walk away from here, from him, and pretend this never happened, and we could go back to work on Monday and act like we have been.

   The song comes to an end, his fingers leaving my body, my arms lowering, but our gazes remain locked. I don’t know what it is about him. It’s much more than his looks—I know because I feel our connection in my chest, not just farther south.

   I mean, I feel it there, too, but that’s not all there is.

   Flashing him a small smile, I take his hand and lead him back to the bar, where Cam and Billie are doing Patrón shots.

   “I left you alone for five minutes,” I say to them both, Billie sliding me a shot in response.

   “We were feeling a little parched after watching that grinding on the dance floor,” she says, wiggling her brows at me. “My, my, Bronte, I don’t think I’ve seen those moves in a long time. Not since high school.”

   My best friend has no filter, and it’s a fucking problem.

   I turn to Crow. “Another dance?”

   Apparently I don’t even need to be drunk to make bad decisions.

Chapter Six

   “I can’t remember where I live,” Billie murmurs, sticking her head out the window like a dog.

   “Lucky for you, I know where you live,” I assure her, glancing to the back seat at her and Cam, who is fast asleep. I turn back to Crow. “I’m assuming you know where Cam lives?”

   He nods and rolls down his window, letting some fresh air in. “Yeah, we’re almost there.”

   “Bet you didn’t expect to turn into designated driver tonight,” I say in a dry tone, closing my eyes as the breeze hits my face.

   “Well, when I saw where the two of them were headed, I knew it was probably a good idea to stop after my one whiskey. We told Cam to come out tonight and check out the opening so we could buy her birthday drinks, so I was always going to make sure her ass got home safely,” he explains as I study his profile. “At least she had a good night.”

   “Yeah, I don’t know who was the bad influence out of the two of them.”

   “Definitely not me,” Billie pipes up from behind, sitting back in her seat. “I had such a good night tonight. I love all of you guys. Bronte, you getting fired was the best thing that ever happened to both of us.”

   Crow’s lips kick up at the corners. “Never a dull moment.”

   “You have no idea.” I laugh, looking out the window. “So now do you have to share your time between the garage and the bar?”

   “Yeah, most probably,” he replies, glancing over at me. “I’ll go wherever Temper needs me. But the garage is my baby, always has been. Renny is the mastermind behind Kamikaze, so he’s the one that’s going to be in charge of it. They were all here tonight, but they were up in the VIP room.”

   “Watching everything?” I ask, eyes going wide. Great, I haven’t even met his friends, besides Temper, and now they’ve seen me dirty dancing with Crow.

   Crow chuckles, apparently not ashamed at all. “Yep.”

   “I guess they’ve probably seen much worse,” I mutter under my breath.

   Much, much worse.

   “You’re cute” is all he replies with, shaking his head, tone amused. He must think I’m so innocent, and I guess to their standards maybe I am. Still, the women I’ve so far met who are connected to the MC—Cam, Skylar and Abbie—are awesome chicks and I don’t feel out of place.

   That reminds me. “I’m seeing Abbie and the girls for lunch tomorrow.”

   “You coming to the clubhouse?” he asks, pulling into the driveway of a modern-looking block of units.

   “No, we’re meeting at a café. Why?”

   “Just asking. Cam’s is the one on the right,” he says, parking the car and getting out to help her. He opens her door and lifts her in his arms like she weighs nothing, and closes the door behind him.