The Biker’s Obsession
They were refilling coffee mugs, talking easily, and trading playful jokes with the men.
Jax, the Vice President, spotted us the exact second we reached the bottom of the stairs. A wide, shark-like grin spread across his tattooed face.
"Well, look at that! She actually survived her very first night in the room with the Prez," Jax shouted out loudly, making several bikers look up from their breakfast plates. "You holding up okay, Tessa?"
"Barely," I muttered under my breath, my face turning red all over again.