Page 63 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

Russ laughed loudly. He knew his porn stars.

“Give me that.” Casey swiped the card from Warren’s hand. “And keep it down.”

When she was alone, back in the safety of her cubicle, she allowed herself to smile. Though she had no idea how he knew where she worked, Jason, the tattooed bad boy next door, was courting her. He had apologized for his forward behavior and wasn’t turned off by the two times she had shoved him out the door.

He wanted her.

Likely, he just wanted to have sex with her and realized she required a little more work to get there.

Regardless, a big part of her, mainly the part under her work appropriate pencil skirt, wanted to show up at his door tonight.

“Hey, Case.”

“Jesus, Russ.” Her heart was pounding and not in the good kind of way. “Don’t you knock?”

“You don’t have a door.”

She resisted the eyeroll. “What do you need?”

“Are those flowers from the real Johnny Anaconda?”

“Go away.”

“I’m just saying. If you know him, do you think you could get me an autograph?”

There was no way she would admit the truth behind the name on the card. “I’ll ask.”

Russ’s face lit up. “Are you serious? I’ll buy you lunch for the next week.”

“Thanks, Russ.” Casey smiled and picked up the card again. Come to think of it, cake sounded perfect.

Chapter Nine

Jason

“Looking for more of my mail?”

Jason was unable to hold back his smile when he heard Casey’s sweet voice behind him in the lobby.

He locked his mailbox and turned to face his little firecracker. Goddamn, he loved those work suits and how she wore her long hair up in a sexy twist.

“I love how cocky you are,” he said. “Had I known that when you moved in—”

Casey laughed. “You would have stolen my mail weeks ago?”

“Maybe.” Jason slid his hands in his back pockets, noticed her eyes taking in his body, his tats. “Actually, I was afraid you would stand me up tonight.”

“So, you waited for me in the lobby pretending you were checking your mail? Isn’t that stalking?” she asked.

“I don’t think so.”

Casey’s smile was gorgeous, and while he loved that she was sarcastic and flirty, her cheeks had been flushed since she walked into the apartment complex. Still shy. “Thank you for the flowers, Jason. They’re beautiful. Cheer up my cubicle.”

“Yeah? Good to hear.”

“How did you know where I work?”

“I might have swiped a business card from your coffee table.” He held up his hands. “Sorry. Again.”

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