Fierce (Storm MC #2) Read Online Free Page A

cakes.  They were to die for and I’d always been surprised that she didn’t sell more than she did.  I’d spent the last couple of weeks marketing her cakes to local businesses and it looked like my work was paying off.
    “That’s great.  You’ll have to teach me how to make some of these cakes so that I can help you with the orders.”
    “Pfft, you don’t need teaching.  I already did that while you were growing up.  Your baking skills are as good as mine, love.”
    “So, we’re going to be busy making cakes.  I really should try to find a night job so that I can work with you every day rather than at the vet’s.”
    “Well, you know how I feel about you working there.  That man treats you so badly and expects you to put up with a lot from his customers.”  My mother didn’t like my boss and had tried many times to get me to quit my job, but I’d been looking for another job and there just wasn’t anything out there at the moment.  I needed a part time job to help my mum pay the bills; working full time in her café just wasn’t financially possible yet.
    “I know, Mum.  I’m looking, I promise.”  The kettle boiled and I hopped up to make coffee for us both.
    “Good,” she said, as she continued to knead the dough.  “Now, tell me about your day.”
    ***             
    I was reminded of my promise to look for a new job the next morning when the first customer of the day abused me for the vet being late to work.  Biting my tongue, I calmly made up an excuse for why my boss wasn’t at work yet.  I was quickly running out of excuses because this was becoming a common occurrence.  So far, his whole family was either sick or dead, his car was ready for the scrap heap due to the number of times it had broken down and he’d suffered from enough illnesses that his immune system should have packed it in weeks ago.  Yeah, I was over this; it really was time to ditch this job.
    Four hours later, Scott Cole strode through the front doors and caused an explosion of sensations in my tummy.  This was the last thing I wanted to feel when I saw him but a girl can’t always control these things.  Shit, I needed to get laid; it had been awhile and even longer since a guy had actually managed to get me to scream without faking it.  I bet Scott would have me screaming all night long with no faking required.  Just looking at him turned me on; god he was built.  I could happily sit for hours letting my eyes roam over those muscles.  His hair was light brown and cut close to his head; another turn on for me because really, you didn’t want hair to get in the way of a good time, right?  I’d had friends who loved guys with long hair, but I always wondered if all that hair would just be in the way when he got down and dirty.  Yeah, give me really short hair any day.  Now, the thing that really did me in where Scott was concerned; his lips.  They were full and pouty, and I shivered at the thought of what those lips could do to me.  My gaze dropped to his chest and I took in his tight black t-shirt and his biker vest.  I’d seen the name of his club on the back of it yesterday when he left; the Storm Motorcycle Club.  The vest was the only thing about Scott that did nothing for me.
    “I’ve come to collect Monty,” he stated, like I may have forgotten which pet was his.  Not likely.  I doubted anyone ever forgot Scott; there was an indescribable something about him that was not easily forgotten.  He projected male dominance and total confidence, along with a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude.  Actually, Scott was unlike any man I’d ever met before.  Sure, I’d dated some guys that had that alpha personality about them, but Scott was alpha to the extreme from what I’d seen.  He filled the room when he was in it; his presence totally dominated it and commanded your attention.
    I decided to play with him a little; partly to see how he would handle it and partly because I was