“Are those tablets going to work soon?” I say, stuffing my hand into a packet of chips that I made Ramona go and get from my apartment.
“Yep, the box says they work within two hours, they’re rapid-acting laxatives which means they’re not going to be happy.”
As if out of an incredible movie, the front door of the clubhouse busts open and Riggs comes storming out. He’s wearing only a pair of jeans, and his face is wild with anger as he charges toward the large industrial bin both our shops share and tosses a whole heap of blankets into it. Then, the blond girl who insulted me before, comes out, her face red and her other hand clutched to her stomach. She’s talking frantically at Riggs, no doubt apologizing for whatever the hell just unfolded in there. It’s probably the best thing I’ve ever seen.
I look to Ramona, and she’s laughing so hard she’s clutching her belly. She puts a hand up in the air, and I slap it with satisfaction. He deserved that, and so much more. I giggle loudly. That’s when Riggs looks right at us. His face is hard as he starts striding in our direction, rage flowing out of him.
“Oh, boy,” I say, giving Ramona a worried look.
“Stay calm,” she says, but her face is still broken with laughter and he’s going to know it was us.
“What the fuck did you do?” he growls as soon as he reaches us.
“Ah?” I say, confused.
Ramona snorts.
“Don’t play fuckin’ dumb with me, woman. What the fuck did you give them?”
“Who?” I say innocently.
“The two women who just shit all over my fuckin’ bed.”
Oh. That is juicy.
“Ohhh,” I say, scrunching up my nose. “That is quite a messy situation, isn’t it? What did you do to them? I hope it wasn’t anal play, you know that can get messy. Perhaps you should be a little gentler.”
He growls and leans down, snatching the bottle of vodka from my hand and hauling it across the parking lot. It smashes into heaps of tiny pieces, and I stare with wide eyes.
“You better get your broom out, biker, or you’ll have a full garage tomorrow with all those flat tires,” I point out.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he roars. “Are you fuckin’ stupid?”
I smile at him. “I still don’t know why you’re so angry at me.”
“Because you did this!”
“You kicked me out of the clubhouse, how would I do it? Did you see me in there? Was I in the room with you? I’m sure you wouldn’t have missed me, being so chunky and all ...”
He looks to Ramona and she blinks innocently at him. “Why are you looking at me? I didn’t go into that dirty old place.”
I get to my feet and walk over to the shattered bottle, picking up the pieces that I can grab with my hands. I straighten and turn around to find Riggs right in my face, and god, he smells good. I imagine his bedroom doesn’t, though.
“Can I help you?” I ask, not moving back even though he’s super close right about now.
“What sort of game are you playin’ at?”
I purse my lips as if thinking about that. “I’m not sure yet.”
“You think you got one over me? I can play way fuckin’ harder than you, woman. Way fuckin’ harder.”
“Yeesh, that’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”
With an angry growl, he spins around and strides across the parking lot, naked back on display, muscles rippling. I’m not going to lie, I spent more than a few moments during that conversation staring at his perfect body. It’s rude how chiseled he is, I mean, does the man work out or is that just how he looks?
“You should fuck him,” Ramona says, coming up beside me.
I turn to her, scrunching up my nose. “Why on earth would I do that?”
“Because it would be the best sex of your life. Did you see that body, and all that rage, he’d fuck you until you forgot your own damn name. If you don’t go in there for it, I will.”
“I’m not fucking him. What I am going to do, is go to bed.”
Ramona grins. “I bet you are.”
I roll my eyes, call her a cab, wait for her to go, and then head into my apartment and crash out the minute I hit the pillow.
Tonight was epic.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
“WAKE UP. EVE. WAKE the fuck up.”
Someone is shaking me, and my eyes flutter open to see Dom leaning over me, his eyes wide, still shaking me as if my eyes aren’t yet open and I’m not damn well looking at him.
“Stop shaking me, Dom. I’m awake!”
“You need to come to the café, quickly, there is someone there for you, and they’re demanding we let them in.”
I glance at the time. It is about seven in the morning. It has been three days since I got Riggs back for the spray paint on my building and, so far, everything has been quiet. In fact, it has been so quiet I figured maybe he finally got the message and we’d be finished with our little war. It turns out, I may very well be wrong.
“What do you mean someone is there?” I mutter, getting out of bed. “Who?”
“Some food guy, he wants to inspect the place. There have been heaps of reports of food poisoning and ...”
Oh, that mother fucker.
That fucking douchebag.
“Riggs,” I growl, hurrying to get dressed.
I make my way over to the café where a man in a suit with a briefcase is waiting outside. He turns toward us when I near and gives me a sour smile. Great, he doesn’t even look friendly which means this won’t be easy to get away with.
“Are you Evelina?” he asks me when I approach.
“Yes, that’s me. Can I help you?”
“I’m from the United States Food Protection service, we look into places where
