Page 28 of Bound By Temptation

“Let’s get this motherfucker inside,” Booker said with a bit of snark to his tone. Not sure where that was coming from, but it was also none of my business. Just hoped I didn’t piss the kid off.

There was no way I could’ve gotten this cake into the clubhouse by myself. It was so heavy even these three huge men were straining.Maybe a little bit smaller next time.

“Hey there.” A woman with straight black hair with red streaks down the sides came up as the men stepped into the clubhouse.

“Hey. I’m Indie,” I introduced.

She gave a soft smile. “Princess.”

“Nice to meet ya.” I left out the again because years ago we’d met briefly, but this woman wasn’t someone you forgot. She had this aura around her that expelled power. If I had to bet, she did not get pushed around by anyone and wasn’t someone to mess with.

“While I’d love for you two to talk like hens all fuckin’ night,” Booker growled, “can we set this damn thing down?”

I looked over my shoulder to see the men had the heavy load. Deke, Ryker, and Green didn’t look to be strained one bit. Their muscles—and I mean muscles—flexed, but nothing like Booker’s.

Booker had sweat on his brow, and his arms were shaking just a bit. He was younger than the other three; that was for sure. How much, I wasn’t certain. He was lean with dark hair and was Ax’s cousin.

Deke was a hunk of a man. He looked like a fighter or, at least, someone no one wanted to mess with. He had high cheekbones, blondish brown hair, and eyes as blue as crystal.

Ryker was a smartass, and I liked him because of it. Not to say he wouldn’t rip someone’s head off in a second, though. He had tattoos on his neck with dark hair and eyes. A heady combination.

Green was quieter than the rest, which meant I didn’t know how to read him. Those were the ones you really needed to look out for. He had blondish brown hair and tattoos down both arms.

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“Over here, smartass,” Princess said with a wave of her hand, motioning us near the side wall where a large wooden structure stood on the ground. It looked like they’d made it just for the cake, which was nice of them. They took the weight of the cake seriously.

I held my breath and clinched my butt cheeks, hoping like hell these four men were going to set down this car without it cracking.

As soon as it was down, I exhaled. It had happened many times when I’d gotten a cake to the destination perfectly. Go to set it down and bam—I was trying to fix the damage on the fly.

Now I could get to work.

"We’ll be back,” the guys said as they went out to get the second piece.

“Damn, woman. This is awesome,” Princess commented, coming up to the cake. “Tanner has Mazie out or she’d be here for ya.”

“Thanks. And no problem. I’m planning to do the final touches and then leaving.” I smiled wide.

“You should stay,” Princess offered. This wasn’t abnormal. Nine times out of ten when I delivered a cake, they asked me to stay. I didn’t, but it was a nice gesture.

“Thanks, but I need to go,” I responded.

The guys came in with the second piece, and Booker wasn’t struggling as much with this one. They set it down. “I’ll go get my kit.”

“I’ll grab it,” Green, the quiet one, answered.

“Thanks,” I replied, waiting for Green to come with my kit so I could get busy.

“So you and Ax I hear…”

My eyes shot to Princess.What? How did she know about that?She smiled, and my face must’ve given her a hell of a look. “Bella told us. High school is hard for these boys.”

I scoffed. “Not for Ax; it’s ancient history.” He was in a class of his own in high school. Ruled the place and could do anything he wanted to. Took advantage of it at every turn as well.

“That’s the reason he comes into your bakery every morning?” she asked as Green walked in with my box and a smile.

How the hell did this woman know this part, and what was she insinuating? Whatever it was, she was wrong.

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