Page 57 of Always Salty

I passed her on the hell that was 635, then took a cut-off and zipped through side streets and between traffic before parking in the back lot next to what I knew to be Copper’s truck.

At some point in the last few days, he’d gone and bought it at the first Ford dealership he could find.

It wasn’t fancy.

In fact, it looked more like a basic, non-descript truck that would blend in with everything.

Which was likely his goal.

Moving the bike into the parking spot beside the truck, I maneuvered it so that Keely could get in behind me mostly all the way, then headed into the building.

I went in through the back door that employees used and didn’t have to swipe a badge or anything to get in, which was slightly concerning.

If Keely was going to spend any amount of time here, she would need to get better security in place. I wouldn’t be comfortable with her working in such a high-profile position without even basic security.

I tracked her phone to make sure she arrived safely as I simultaneously entered the main building to take the lay of the land.

She arrived five minutes after me, and didn’t waste time getting into the building.

Her first stop was a security desk that would stop most honest people but hadn’t stopped me.

Hell, the man hadn’t even seen me slip past him because he’d been busy on his phone.

“Ahh, if it isn’t Tequila Clayborne,” a greasy looking man said from beside the security desk.

Keely didn’t bother to acknowledge him as she kept walking past security to the elevator.

Before the man could follow her onto the elevator, I stepped into his path on ‘accident’ and stayed there until the doors of the elevator closed.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” the greasy fuck asked.

I ignored him and kept walking, heading to the stairs.

“Inbred degenerate,” the grease stain grumbled as he pressed the button for the elevator.

I took the eight flights of stairs to the top floor, then headed past multiple people milling in the hallways to head for the conference room.

I passed Keely talking to her secretary, rubbing my hand against her ass as I did, and continued on into the conference room.

Chevy, Copper, and Cutter were already there.

They stopped talking when I entered.

“What are you doing here?” Cutter asked.

Before he could reply, Keely entered and shut the door.

She stared down the three men that were eyeing me, then answered with a small smile on her face, “I’m seeing him.”

“What?” Cutter looked adorably confused for such a big guy.

“Seeing,” she repeated slower. “As in, dating him? Do you know what that is? Oh, wait. You just skip from meeting to marrying.”

Chevy snorted.

Cutter bared his teeth at her but didn’t look mad at her words.

Copper leaned back in his chair and studied me.

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