Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
On the other hand, Viper is the Vice President of the Grim Reapers’ motorcycle club and has been asking me to marry him since the moment I turned eighteen. Despite my constant rejections, he continues to visit me every month to get inked and always makes sure to tip well. Hell, he’s the reason I’m able to pay my rent on time each month. That, and the fact he recommends me to all of his men, keeping my chair constantly booked out. Though, it leaves me wondering if I am booked out because Viper demands it from his club, or if I am just so good they don’t want to go anywhere else.
Checking the time, I realize Viper is twenty minutes early for his appointment, but he’s not exactly the type of guy to care about someone’s schedule. When he wants something, he generally makes it happen, and when he can’t . . . that’s not anywhere I want to be.
As a general rule, Viper is cold, callous, and cruel, and yet for some reason, he treats me like a queen. But today, his inability to stick to a schedule works out perfectly for me. The sooner I get started on him, the sooner I’ll be out of here tonight, not that I have anywhere to be, but it’s been a long day, and I’m more than ready to get out of here and drop down onto my bed.
We’re working on his chest today—a demonic skull that winds up around his throat, and considering the size of his chest, this artwork is going to be huge. It’s fucked up and chills me to the bone, but it’s one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever worked on, and the fact that Viper can sit down and shut up while I work, instead of whining like a little bitch, only makes it that much better.
Cleaning up my sketches and my tablet, I make a neat little pile on my table before getting myself set up, and as I do that, Viper talks shit with Big Jim. As I scurry around my station, making sure everything is just right, the bell over the door chimes again and I glance up, Crew strides through the door.
His gaze comes to mine first, just as it always does, and I give him a tight smile before his stare shifts toward Viper. His smile instantly falls away, and I let out a heavy sigh. The two of them have never got along, purely because they both want to claim something that neither of them will ever get—me.
Crew Ledger is one of my closest friends and works in the station just to my right, and most of the time, he’s the best kind of devilish angel. Sexy as sin, tall and broad and covered in tatts with the most panty-melting grin that sends a thrill through me every time he looks at me, but he’s also a colleague, and I value this job too much to cross that line with him and he knows it. He respects it though . . . most of the time. I’m not going to lie, there has been the occasional night where we’ve maybe had a few too many drinks that have ended up with me on my knees, but come morning, I draw the line back into the sand and we’re right back where we were.
Crew is the kind of man to treat me like a kid sister. He values my input and comes to me with his problems, but those few times where we’ve crossed that line, he treats me like a dirty little secret, and that’s never sat well with me. Viper, on the other hand, treats me like a queen, and while I know the sex would be mind-blowing, he’s also not the kind of guy who’s looking for exclusivity. So while he may want to marry me, there’s no telling just how many other women he’s whispering the same promises to, and I just can’t get down with that.
I’m not a prude. I love a little sharing in the bedroom, but when that sharing comes along with deceit, that’s when I get pissed off, and let’s face it, I can be a crazy, jealous bitch when I need to be. I’m not looking to adopt drama into my life, not now that everything is going so well for me.
Crew glares at Viper, and knowing just how much he gets under his skin, Viper smirks back at him. “Viper,” Crew grunts, striding past him and toward my station. Viper doesn’t bother responding as Crew steps right into me, his big, strong arm circling my waist. He pulls me against his chest before dropping a kiss to my cheek. “Hey baby,” he murmurs, pulling away, respecting my space. “How are you doing? Everything good?”