“These meetings are over. If you reach out, try to talk to me again, I will make sure Preacher knows what a double-crossing bitch you are, and I heard he likes to skin rats to his club.”

He left the hotel room, letting her pay the bill for a change.

****

Several days later, Robin missed Preacher. He hadn’t been by the house to hang out, and he’d only stopped by her bedroom to kiss her goodnight. With Bishop home, there hadn’t been a right time to talk, or even to tell him.

She knew he was dealing with club stuff, but she missed him.

Also, she’d had the time to do a great deal of thinking, and she was nervous about the club women.

Don’t become one of those women who complain.

Trust him.

Bishop used the women all the time, so she didn’t exactly have a good enough role model for men. Even her father was known for using them.

Knocking on Preacher’s office, she put her head around the corner and smiled at him. “Am I interrupting?”

Preacher looked up. “You’re not.”

She stepped into his office.

“Close the door,” he said.

Her heart rate picked up, and as she did as he instructed.

“Flick the lock.”

She did that as well before turning his attention toward him.

“Come here.”

She wasn’t dressed like half of the women were at the club. She didn’t own a mini skirt or a shirt that revealed way too much flesh.

Stopping at his desk, he pushed his chair away and pointed in front of him.

“You’re ordering me around.”

“I’m telling you where you need to be.”

She moved to him and stopped. He grabbed her hips and drew her close. She ended up straddling his waist as he’d moved the arms of his chair to make room for her.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him.

He sank fingers into her hair, holding her close as he ravished her mouth. She let out a little moan, not wanting him to stop, and he growled against her lips. “Do you have any idea what it is you fucking do to me?”

“I’ve missed you,” she said. Running her hands up the inside of his jacket, she gasped as he cupped her between the thighs.

“Is this too much? Do you need me to stop?”

“No, I don’t want you to stop.”

Kissing him again, she moaned his name, and he suddenly lifted her up, putting her on the edge of his desk.

“I didn’t come just for the sex,” she said, giggling as he opened up the button of her jeans.

“You wear way too many clothes.”