Page 64 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“You’re forgiven. Although you caused quite a stir at the office, Johnny Anaconda.”

He was unable to hold back a snort. “God. Sorry. I was just trying to make you laugh. Your boss didn’t fire you over dating a porn star, huh?”

“Okay, whoa. Dating?”

“You’re missing the point.”

Casey laughed with him. “My co-worker wants your autograph.”

“Really? Is she cute?”

She swatted his arm. Touching was a good sign.

“His name is Russ, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up at your place of business to have the signature tattooed on his very tiny buttocks.”

“Well, if it’s going to bring me work, I’ll have to sign something for him, huh?”

“Maybe.” Casey stepped into the elevator and leaned her back against the wall, closing her eyes. He followed her in and wasn’t ashamed to stare at her face. Her delicate features. That cute turned-up nose, soft lips, and a dimple in her chin he hadn’t noticed until now.

“Hard day at the office?”

“Just long.”

He let that easy joke slip.

“But Russ bought me lunch.”

“Nice.”

Her eyes opened, slow and lazy, and the look she gave him was so damn sexy, his breath caught. It was how he imagined she would look waking up beside him.

“Listen, I will come over for cake. I just need to get out of these work clothes.”

“You look hot.”

“Oh, a romantic.”

The elevator door pinged, and Jason followed her out, trailed her to her door. “I’m trying, Casey.”

“I know. Give me an hour?”

Jason quirked a brow. “I could have you undressed way the hell faster than that.” And then he dropped his head. “Fuck. I’m sorry. Pretend I didn’t say that. I’m trying hard to behave. I’ll see you in an hour?”

Casey bit her lip in what had to be a failed attempt to hide a smile. “I’ll try for forty-five minutes.”

Chapter Ten

Casey

“Knock, knock.”

Her hands were shaking. Her whole body was wracked with nerves.

She had no idea what tonight was going to bring, but she was excited. Casey had done the smart thing and sent a text to Jessa, letting her know where she would be tonight. In case.

But with Jason, despite his bad boy looks and his relentless flirting, Casey wasn’t afraid. There was a gentleman buried under all those tats and leather.

She had showered and changed into her favorite worn jeans and a plain white tee. Her hair and makeup took up the rest of the hour. And a half. Shoot. She wanted to look nice, but not like she was trying too hard. There was no way he would believe that now.

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