Page 48 of Gunner

“Do you even know how to talk to a woman?”

I turned a glare toward the snarky asshole, who I guessed had seen the whole debacle.

“Of course, I know how to talk to a woman.”

I shook my shirt, trying to cool down the hot coffee it was soaked with so I could let it go. I was pretty sure my skin was burned, which meant I needed to have Patch look at it.

“I mean, if your goal was to piss her off, you’re right.”

“Simon,” I growled. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Nope,” he said with a pop, enjoying my humiliation. “Salon doesn’t open until nine.”

He walked closer to me, putting his hand on my chest.

“Feels cooled down,” he said, rubbing his hand over my chest.

“You done feelin’ me up, Simon?”

Simon ran his hand over my chest one more time before patting my pec.

“A guy must take every opportunity afforded him. It’s slim pickings around here.”

“Asshole,” I grumbled under my breath. But not low enough, apparently.

“Is that an invitation?” Simon winked and turned to walk off. He called over his shoulder, “Word of advice, Goliath, sugar not vinegar is the way into a woman’s bed.”

“What the hell would you know about a woman’s bed?” I yelled.

Simon winked again and sashayed down the street toward the salon.

I shook my head, giving in to the smile at Simon’s banter. I sent Indie a text, letting her know I was headed to the clubhouse for a bit. I didn’t have another client until after lunch. Kevin worked nights and preferred to come in as soon as he got off work in the morning.

One of the perks of being the boss was making accommodations for my clients. Like Indie piercing Haizley at home. I still didn’t have confirmation, but I only needed another week before I would find out.

Pulling into the clubhouse, I only hoped I could catch Patch before he left. I walked into the main room, looking around.

“Prospect! Patch left yet?”

“Yea, Gunner. A few minutes ago.”

“Damn.”

“What do you need Patch for?” I turned at King’s voice.

I really didn’t want to tell him what happened.

“Hot coffee on my chest. Need to have him take a look at it,” I said, avoiding his eyes.

“Bane’s in the kitchen. Have him take a look.”

“Yea, ok.”

As I walked toward the kitchen, I pulled my cut off. Yanking my shirt over my head, I looked at my chest and if I wasn’t mistaken, it was possibly a second-degree burn.

“Hey, Bane. Can you look at Gunner? Patch left for the hospital already.”

Shit, I hadn’t realized King followed me.

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