Page 22 of Unmasked Legacy

Will it lead me to the kind of answers I don’t need?

RAISING A HAND TO OPENthe door leading into the office that Wolfe usually resides in, I pause when I hear the sounds of a woman moaning. I drop my hand quickly as the sound gets louder and louder.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Fuck me harder. Harder.”

Esme.

I’d know that voice anywhere.

Gritting my teeth, I can’t help the heat that rushes over my face. Something about knowing he is in there with her bothers me, but I can’t quite figure out why. Maybe I need to get laid. I’m a woman who has needs, and it is becoming apparent I have left it too long for those needs to be met. Considering I’m somewhat jealous of a biker and a girl who tormented me all through high school.

“Wouldn’t go in there if I were you.”

Turning, I face a biker I haven’t met yet.

Just like the others, he is a fucking god, and I make a note to ask about the recruitment process for this club. Why are so many of them attractive enough to bring a woman to her knees?

This guy, though gorgeous, is a lot more rugged than most. His hair, shaved underneath with a long, messy knot on the top of his head, makes him look the part. He has the darkest brown eyes I have ever seen, a beard and a scar through his right eyebrow. His body is slightly leaner than the others, but he’s all muscle and well over six feet tall.

“I wasn’t planning on going in there,” I say, my eyes raking over him. “I’m Mera, I didn’t meet you last time I was here.”

He tips his head to the side, studying me. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful, Mera. Don’t often go for red heads but you’re somethin’ else.”

My cheeks flush. “Um, thank you?”

He grins, extending his hand. “Name is Zane, but you can call me Rogue.”

“Well, ah, Rogue, I am just here to talk to your President, but I can see he is otherwise engaged, so I’ll come back.”

I go to turn but the door to the office swings open and Wolfe steps out with Esme close behind him. I take them in, and that odd feeling washes over me once more. Am I obsessed with this biker? What the hell is wrong with me?

Esme looks perfect, of course. Her dark hair is messy and tied up loosely on the top of her head and her cheeks are rosy red making her look even prettier than she already is. She is wearing a tank and shorts. Wolfe, on the other hand, is wearing only a pair of jeans that are still unbuttoned, chains hanging off the sides. His hair is messy, and he has scratch marks on his chest.

Jesus.

“Kitten,” he murmurs, and Esme shoots him a look that he completely ignores.

I bite my lip, glancing at Zane and then back to Wolfe. “Could we talk?”

Wolfe nods, and glances at Esme. “Later.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but the look he gives her is enough for her to close that mouth and leave. Wolfe steps aside, letting me into his office where he just spent the last god knows how long fucking Esme. Exhaling, I walk in, because I have little other option. The moment Wolfe steps in, he closes the door and walks over to the sofa, sitting down and staring at me expectantly.

“I’m not sitting on that,” I point out. “I heard what was just happening in here.”

He pulls out a cigarette, and I want to knock it out of his hand for smoking inside, but I refrain, because it’s his room and all that. “She’s a screamer.”

Fuck me.

I hold my breath for a second, trying to get the image of them out of my mind.

“Good to know,” I say on an exhale. “I won’t keep you long. I want your help.”

His brows go up as he inhales the cigarette, leaning back and showing me that perfect body.

The ache between my legs has turned into a dull throb now, and I make a mental note to get that dealt with so I stop obsessing over this man once and for all. I just need a nice guy like Jace to come in and show me that a man like this isn’t worth my time. Yeah, that’s it. I will call him later and make everything up to him.

“You goin’ to tell me what you need or are you goin’ to keep eye fuckin’ me?”

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