Page 6 of Truck Up
“Meet. Me.” His voice is low and demanding. “I need you.”
Before I can respond, a car door slams shut outside the shop, drawing both our eyes to the entrance. Christian stiffens, and I groan. Linden and Tanner, along with Linden’s best friendBadger, are here. Which means Mom called my brothers for reinforcements.
“Give me thirty minutes,” I say before they enter the shop.
“Fifteen.” Christian grumbles.
“Thirty.” I insist.
His nostrils flare, and he lets out a deep sigh. Then he turns and heads for the door without another glance in my direction. He’s not happy, and it has nothing to do with me pushing him off for thirty minutes.
Darlene slides up next to me and takes the online order sheet from my hands. “Why don’t you go get some lunch? You’ve been working nonstop since seven this morning. I’ll get started on these.”
“What?” I frown, confused.
“Go,” she urges me gently. “You look famished.”
She winks with a knowing smirk as she disappears into the back room with the list of orders, leaving me with no choice but to comply.
Christian’s words echo in my mind.Meet me at our place. I need to get this work done, but the thought of seeing him, of feeling him inside me, is intoxicating.
I glance at the clock on the wall. I can make it work. I can finish a few tasks ... then I can indulge in the forbidden pleasure of Christian Mutter.
A thrill, both exhilarating and terrifying, courses through me. This is dangerous, reckless, and utterly, completely wrong.
But also, oh, so right.
As soon as I get rid of my brothers, I’m out of here. A giddy smile plays on my lips. I’m about to spend my lunch break doing something far more sinful and far more satisfying than eating.
Chapter 2
A quickie with a demon.
Christian
If looks could kill, that asshole would be dead ten times over.
I shouldn’t let my hatred for Badger Rapp, Linden Koch’s best friend, consume me this much, but I can’t help it. He hurt my girl. And for that, he deserves a lot more than pain. He deserves to suffer for the rest of his days.
He would’ve gotten exactly that ten times over if Amelia hadn’t stopped me. Probably would’ve beaten him to a bloody, unrecognizable pulp if she hadn’t begged me to let him go. He didn’t deserve her mercy. And I’ll never understand why she gave it to him.
She’s a good person. Way too good for me. That’s for sure.
Because of her, I actively work to not let my prejudices get to me and feed my apathy for the world around me. Most people think I’m angry all the time. I’m not. I just don’t give a shit about most things or most people.
Why should I? They don’t give a shit about me. Never have, and likely never will.
“Stay away from my mom’s shop!” Linden, Amelia’s oldest brother, yells as he approaches me.
I’m still just outside the entrance and several steps away from my bike. Instead of continuing my departure, I widen mystance and cross my arms over my chest. Linden thinks he’s tough, but he doesn’t scare me. He’s all talk and no action.
“I thought it was Amelia’s shop?” I say, knowing that will only piss him off more.
“Whatever. It’s stillmyfamily’s shop, and we don’t serve assholes like you.” Linden steps closer to me and his chest bumps against my arms.
I give him a slight shove backwards and then lift my sunglasses to the top of my head. But not so I can stare down Linden or Tanner. I land my angry gaze on Badger. The asshole can’t even make eye contact with me.
Coward.