Free The Billionaire Biker's Bitch 2 by Layla Wilcox Page B

the job I had. It was perfect for me, and you got rave reviews from my manager. What’s the problem with me staying?”
    Alex sighed. “I hate to lose a good employee, but rules are rules, Claire. You can’t work there and date me.”
    Claire stood up. “Then, if I have a choice, I think I’ll keep my job. I guess that means I’ll have to find another ride home, since I don’t want to be in violation of Rule Number 5. See you, Mr. Harriman.”  
    She heard him call after her as she stalked off into the restaurant, so she quickly ducked inside the restroom. Pulling her cell phone from the back pocket of her shorts, she scrolled through her contact list and   clicked on Danica’s face.
    Dani answered on the first ring. “Hey, Claire. Didn’t think I’d hear from you until tomorrow night. What’s up?”
    “I’m at The Pirate’s Den in South Miami. The one on Biscayne Bay. I need a ride home. Now. Can you come get me?”
    “Are you all right? You sound weird.”
    “I’m safe, if that’s what you mean.”  
    “Of course. It’ll probably take me at least thirty minutes or so to get there, though.”
    “I don’t care how long it takes. Call me when you get here, and I’ll come out.”

Chapter Two

    It was close to midnight when Danica dropped her off. Claire turned and gave her friend a hug.  
    Dani squeezed her back. “Sure you wouldn’t rather stay with me tonight?”  
    Claire shook her head. “No. I want to take a shower and go to bed. Thanks for the rescue.”
    “Any time,” Danica said, and threw a kiss before driving off.
    A draft of hot, humid air hit Claire’s face as she climbed the stairs in the breezeway leading to her third floor studio apartment. It was typical student housing in the pricey Miami market, and Claire had been looking forward to moving to a bigger place in a better location once she had a few paychecks under her belt. She sighed as she turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. Then she screamed.
    Justin was sitting on her couch. He jumped up and moved toward her when she shrieked.
    “Claire, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
    “Justin, what are you doing here?” Claire glared at him. “I can’t believe you let yourself in here. We’re not together any more, or did you conveniently forget?”
    He moved aside and pointed to a giant vase of flowers on her coffee table. “I only got here a couple of minutes ago, Claire. Really. I brought you these. When you weren’t home, I thought it would be better to bring them inside than leave them at the door where someone could take them. I was about to go when I saw you pull up with Danica.”  
    Claire’s eyes rested on the floral arrangement. “Still, you have no right coming in here. Give me my key right now.” She held out her hand.
    “All right.”  
    Justin fumbled with his key ring. He looked up and smiled. “While you’re waiting, why don’t you read the card with your flowers?”
    Claire rolled her eyes in exasperation, but walked to the table to admire the giant bouquet. “They are pretty,” she said, and leaned over to smell them as she picked up the envelope that lay next to the vase on her coffee table.
    When she pulled out the card, she couldn’t help but smile. A big photo of a puppy with an “I’m Sorry” sign attached to its chest stared back at her with big, soulful eyes. She had told Justin many times that his big brown eyes reminded her of a cute puppy she had as a child.
    Claire flopped down on the couch and opened the card. “Please give me another chance. I promise I won’t pee on the carpet again. Love, Justin.”
    She tossed the card on the table. “Cute, but I never told you what happened with that puppy.”
    Justin put her key on the table and sat next to her, stroking her arm lightly.
    Claire got up. “No. Don’t.”
    “Come on, Claire. I miss you. You know I was only trying to help. It came across wrong—like I was telling you what to do. But, it’s