Her Beastly Biker
Raising up on her knees, she reached for his belt to unbuckle it.
With a growl, Drake grabbed her wrist, hard. "Bailey, I don't recall telling you that we are dating, nor do I remember hearing you knock on my office door. And you know the rules around here. You seem to think that because I have allowed you in my bed a few times that we are an item. As a matter of fact, it wasn't even that great. You were just a release. Now, let me set you straight on a few things. Get your over-used ass off of my lap and get out of my office. Once you've done that, get your shit and get the hell off of club property. You have no respect for the rules, and you have no respect for boundaries. I've had several complaints against you from the married girls. They tell me that you try to screw their husbands. You know that's against the rules. Now, get out!" Drake practically shouted at her and then spun his chair around to get a file. He stood, causing the girl to tumble to the floor. When he turned back around, Bailey was still standing there with her mouth hanging open. "
What part of get you shit and get out did you not understand? If you don't move your ass quickly, I'll have Vulcan throw you and your stuff out on the street."