Semua Bab Killer Curves (Dangerous Curves 3): Bab 11 - Bab 20

He looked puzzled. “You can’t go home?”“No.” She took a deep breath and launched into the lie. “My landlord is out of town until Monday, and I have no way to get in before then.”“Shit, Gabi. You want to come and stay with me and Sarah? We have two guest rooms. It’d be no trouble.”“No, thank you, Mister Jax. I have to be back here tomorrow at ten o’clock to clean, remember?”“Oh, we can forget that… I’ll call in someone else to cover the shift. You can sleep in, take it easy.”“I’d rather not.” She hesitated. “I – I can’t lose the income, you see.”“Ah.” Jax stared at her, took in her strained expression. “Yeah, I get it. So in that case, you’re right, actually. It’s better for you to stay here if you’re going to get up early to clean. We’ll figure out payment for the room tomorrow, alright? If things go OK tonight, I may need you to work tomorrow night as well. Donna was scheduled for Sunday, so maybe we can trade that shift for the room, too.”Gabi almost fell over with relief. Th

She was wearing the tightest black jeans known to man – goddamn, those things looked sprayed on. Her legs were curved and toned and went on forever, and the waist on the jeans was low, so he saw her perfect little belly button peeking out. He wanted to kiss it, work his way down, dip his tongue into her pussy until she moaned and begged. But maybe he’d have to start the kissing and teasing with her breasts, because in that cropped top? They were totally on display, and they were surprisingly full and tempting. Aidan had worked with Gabi for almost three years, and God knows he’d spent hours looking at her, talking to her, getting to know her. He’d always known that a heart-stoppingly gorgeous woman was hidden under all that exhaustion and those oversized clothes – but seeing her revealed in all her glory was an overwhelming experience.She turned a bit now to scan the room nervously, and he caught a glimpse of her bare lower back. For some reason, that was his undoing. Not the deep c

Two hours later, Curtis was standing against the wall, massive arms crossed, watching Tessa serve the table of out-of-town assholes their fifth round of beers and Slammers. He didn’t like the vibe that group was giving off and he was observing her carefully, watching her body language to see if she was afraid or tense around them. He always kept an eye on the female staff, of course, but Tessa was something special, and he’d never even pretended otherwise.He narrowed his hard blue eyes, his whole large body aching to just go over and get between her and the morons. He knew – he just knew – that there’d be trouble with them tonight, and he glanced over at Jax. Their eyes met and he sensed his boss’ unease. So he wasn’t the only one on high alert.He heard Tessa’s nervous laugh now, and he turned his attention back to her. She was smiling at the one guy, those fucking gorgeous green eyes a bit startled, her full lips so soft and pink. His gut tightened as he watched her body move in th

When her eyes went to his mouth, he almost groaned aloud. God, what he’d do to kiss her right now. But not here, not in front of all these people. Their first kiss wasn’t going to be the only one, and it wasn’t going to stop there – no goddamn way – and he’d better not turn around to display a massive hard-on when this whole thing was over. So instead of doing what he really wanted to, he satisfied himself with just holding her close and stroking her hair.“You OK?” he repeated.“Yes.” Her voice was a soft breath. “Thank you.”“No problem. I’ll take a beer glass to the back for you anytime, darlin’.”Shock and worry flashed over her face. “Oh, God, Aidan. Are you cut?”“Dunno.” He was though, he knew. He’d felt the glass cut him deep, and the blood was trickling down his back in a pretty steady flow now.“Let me see.”She tried to move to the side and out of his arms, and he gripped her harder.“You stay right here until that asshole is face-down under Curtis’ boot. You hear me, Gabri

“So she’s definitely at Curves, huh?” Trigger said.“Yep, for sure.” Don grinned and did another shot. “Room Two.”“Good.” Trigger stared around the clubhouse conference room, thinking hard. “Getting in to her ain’t a big problem, but getting that bitch out of Curves will be. Any bright ideas?”“The crash rooms have windows, but they’re secured from the inside,” Lizard offered. “If someone can get through the door and open them from inside, it’d be easy enough to shove her through the window. She’s small enough to fit, no problem, and so is Don. Me, not so much.”“Yeah?” Trigger looked pleased. “You checked?”“Uh-huh. I went to the other crash rooms and checked ‘em out. The windows are all the same, so I’m guessing the one in her room is too. And the best part? Her window faces away from the parking lot and main road – it faces the area behind the kitchen where the dumpster is. No foot traffic, no cars.”“Fucking perfect,” Ace breathed. “Right?” Lizard smirked. “Easy as hell.”“OK, s