Page 3 of Built for Her Love

Shaking my head, I slipped out of my car and headed inside the club. I wasn’t due to start work for an hour, but I was hoping I could talk to Chelsea. Maybe she would have some information on my latest obsession. And itwasan obsession. I wanted to know everything about him, but the only thing I’d been able to find out was his name, which was Seb Emery, he co-owned Storm Hogs Construction with five other men all in the motorcycle club he was in, and he was the vice president of the Storm Hogs MC.

Other than that, he was basically nonexistent. No social media. No public phone numbers or addresses. No criminal record to be found.

“Hey, girly. You’re early,” Chelsea said, looking up at me when I knocked on her office door. She leaned back in her plush, black desk chair, dropping her pen onto the desk with a kind smile. “Everything okay?”

I nodded. “Is it okay if I come in?”

“Sure,” she said, gesturing to the chair in front of her. “Come on. You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

I nodded again. “I do. It’s actually about one of the customers. Seb Emery? Do you know him?”

Chelsea winked at me, making my cheeks flush. “Do I know him? Of course, I do. He’s Cecily’s husband’s VP. The quietest man I’ve ever known in my life. He never talks much, but he’s a regular here. I saw the two of you together last night.” Chelsea was such a gossip. “How’d that go?”

I shrugged, my cheeks turning a light shade of red just when they’d begun to cool down, and I cursed my pale complexion when Chelsea’s grin widened at the sight of it. “He was… God, he wasnice. He treated me like I was a regular woman instead of a stripper baring her body to earn some easy cash.”

His words from last night rang through my head.Only if you do, too. Fuck. My blood heated. I didn’t know they even made men like him anymore.

Chelsea smirked. “Want to know a secret? He doesn’t fuck around much, to be real. No one knows if he’s ever had a serious girlfriend. He works, and then he comes here to drink and enjoy the show. Occasionally, he’ll get a girl to give him a lap dance, but I think it’s mostly because he wants to help put money in their pockets.” She drummed her fingers on the desk, looking a bit contemplative. “But I’ve heard when he fucks, he’s a goddamn master at it.”

“Chelsea!” I hissed. But my body warmed at her words. Shit, I wanted to experience that for myself, see if what everyone said was true. Would I ever get the opportunity to find out?

“He’ll probably be in later tonight. Go on and get dolled up, girly. I’ll put you on the bar until about six. He should stroll in any time after that. When he comes in, you spend the night tending to him. And when you two end up together and are living happily ever after, remember to invite me to your wedding.”

I barked out a laugh as I stood to my feet. “Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself, Chelsea?”

She snorted. “Me? Never. I can sense these things.” She waved me off. “Now, shoo. Cecily is going to have my ass if I don’t get these books done.”

I slipped out of her office, leaving her alone, and headed into the back to put on the club shirt and a pair of shorts that rode up my ass. Cecily had done her best to order me a pair that would be modest, but with an ass this big, it hadn’t been easy. She did the best she could, and that was all I could be thankful for.

My mother had graced me with tiny boobs and a fat ass. Most days, I felt awkward. But when Seb had looked at me last night, I suddenly felt like the hottest woman in the fucking building.

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“Someone came in early,” Chelsea said into my ear. I looked toward the door, my heart skipping a beat in my chest when Seb began making his way to the bar. It was only five-thirty. He was wearing a pair of worn, dirty, stained jeans and an equally dirty shirt. His cut was on over it, and there were dirt smears on his face.

Honestly, he looked even hotter than he did the night before. I had a thing for blue-collar men, and when they were tired and dirty, they were just the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen in my life.

And looking at Seb, my ovaries were just about to explode.

“Hey,” he greeted, smiling at me. His eyes trailed over my outfit—a tight, black crop top with the club name stitched across my breasts and tiny ass shorts that had the club name across my ass. “Can I get a glass of whiskey?”

Smiling, a little lost for words, I nodded and grabbed a glass. Chelsea set the bottle of whiskey in front of me. “That’s his preferred,” she quietly informed me.

I poured him two fingers and slid the glass across from him. “Would you like to pay now or start a tab?” I asked him.

He slid me his credit card. “Tab.”

I turned to face the register, and I heard him groan. Turning to look at him over my shoulder to make sure he was okay, I saw his eyes fixated on my ass. I cleared my throat, and when his eyes snapped up to mine, I winked at him.

He just grinned, not the least bit ashamed at being caught, and lifted his glass to me before swallowing it down, nodding his head at it for a refill. I got his tab started and handed him back his credit card. Our fingers brushed, and tingles rushed up my arm, making my nipples pebble. They were clear through my shirt, and he didn’t miss it.

“Will you drink with me?” he asked when I slid him his refilled glass.

I looked at Chelsea. She winked at me and handed me a glass and pushed me the bottle. “Go on. Just keep track of how much you two drink so I can charge him properly.”

“Wait, he’s paying?” I asked.

“Sure am,” Seb said, drawing my eyes back to him. Licking his lips, he ran his eyes over me and then began to walk off toward the same booth he was in the night before, clearly expecting me to follow. And fuck yes, I was going to.

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